Same boat, friend. I spent three whole years when I lived in Hawaii going from personal trainer to another, doing everything they asked of me. The second one had me eating JUST chicken and rice for around a year. No veggies as he did have me taking the green superfoods supplement, and really nothing else. I trusted him because he may not have been an IFBB Pro, but he rivaled that size.
The others had more normal diet plans - eating six times a day still with some variety and weightlifting and cardio six days a week. I started when I first got to Hawaii at roughly 230 and left still 230. Sure, my endurance was up, but I was still fat and had no muscle to write home about. My lifts always remained at the same weights because when the trainers would try upping the weight, I'd fail, and they would keep trying and I'd keep failing.
I'm about to do a research paper for college examining why this was. Was it that I was a smoker? Couldn't be just that - my smoking never impaired my ability to do whatever my trainers asked of me. Was my testosterone too low? I think when I got it checked, it was like 580, which I think is normal? Was it the fact that I was and still am depressed? Maybe that was it. Maybe the negativity released adverse hormones.
In my story I posted yesterday, I nailed down exactly how I feel about this: I want to know what huge muscles feel like, and rather than pay someone to touch theirs (which idk even how to do - my anxiety is such that I wouldn't even dare stepping into such a grey area legally), I wanted to feel my own. But I can't because it never worked. So it's a vicious cycle of trying but failing due to depression, and then because I gave up, it gives me even more depression.
I apologize if this isn't what you wanted to read. It excites me to hear about men who went from fat to absolute beasts as one of my roommates did. But I don't have that story for you. All I can say is I can relate, and I hope that you can find a way to push through.

I appreciate that you not only wrote a sequel of a sort, but also improved on what I wrote. I like yours better because it's a) longer and b) there is more intrigue - Frosty is returning to his purpose of being a spirit of Christmas, but may have another motive. He can't be defeated this time, and seems intent to stay alive and powerful.

Warning: This is a different take on a well-known story, so if you would prefer to have Frosty the Snowman be pure, move on. With that said, I hope it's worth reading if you choose to.
"Have you looked outside recently? It's a blizzard out there."
Jake's face fell and his grip loosened on his cell phone on his ear, knowing he was defeated. "Okay, well, I know you said you're busy the rest of the week, but if you find time, I'm not going home until Sunday."
"Sure thing. Sorry, bro." And with that, the other line cut off. Jake tossed his phone onto the big couch beside a roaring fire he'd made to make his guest warm. He had flown out to this part of Canada the week of Christmas to get a bit of a break from daily life, and rented this cozy cabin specifically so that he could bring this bodybuilder over he'd talked to online and have fun.
He peered out the window listlessly, noting that while it was snowing, it certainly wasn't a blizzard. He sighed and looked around the empty cabin, trying to think of something to do. He could masterbate, sure, and as loudly as he pleased, but then what? No tv here, and yeah, he brought a book, but didn't feel like reading right now. He looked back outside, and decided he'd let the kid in him play.
He pulled on a coat, gloves, and a beanie and went out into the wide field surrounded by trees that was blanketed with about three inches of snow. Bending over, he scooped up a handful of snow and packed it into a ball. Feeling how hard the snow was, he lamented that he could be feeling a man's bicep instead.
That gave him an idea: he had been about to make a snowman, but why not make an anatomically correct snowman-bodybuilder? Excited, he set his snow-bicep aside for the moment and used his short armspan to start gathering as much snow into a pile as he could. He wasn't skilled enough to sculpt a man with legs standing, so his snowman would have to be laying down.
Once a bunch of snow was gathered in one place, he got to work forming a frame, making a V for legs and making an upside-down triangle with limbs sticking out for the upper body, and he made a new large snowball for the head. Now that it looked kind of like a very large human, he plopped his snowball-bicep on one of the limbs and made another for the other side. He scooped up a big bit of snow and placed it on the left part of the triangle and did the same for the right, and smoothed them down so they looked less like woman's breasts and more like pecs.
He then rolled six distinct abs and placed them below the chest, and then started heaping more snow to make his snowman have big quads and calves. He gave the snowman a rather big appendage between the legs and tucked it into one of the quads.
It was then that he noticed the wind picking up and a lot more snow was falling. Seeing the blizzard his would-be-guest mentioned approaching, he added a significant bulge in his snowman's crotch where he'd fashioned posing trunks, and he took a quick picture with his phone before scurrying inside where he'd be warm. As he shut the door, the wind died down for just a moment and it gently carried a worn-out silk top hat down and onto the head of the snowman-bodybuilder.
Inside, Jake shed his layers and rubbed his hands beside the fire, adding more firewood to keep it going, and once he was warm enough he pulled his phone out and admired his handywork. He was no sculptor, but he'd made a good enough impression of a bodybuilder that he was turned on. He pulled off all of his clothes and laid down on the comfortable couch beside the fire, grabbing some lube he'd had prepared for his guest.
With only a few strokes he was already moaning in ecstasy, but that could be because he'd been saving himself for this night, so he was good and ready. He raised his left arm above his eyes as he continued stroking and bucked his hips.
The front door flung open, causing Jake to hurriedly sit up and cover himself with the blanket on the back of the couch. His eyes darted to the door to see a big man squeezing himself through the tiny door, crouching to accomodate the top hat he wore...but that was all he was wearing. Every beautiful muscle was exposed, as was his entire glorious private region. Now fully inside and in the light, the man looked truly large, being taller and wider than the doorframe. His icy blue eyes met with Jake's with no emotion, and he lacked any expression at all. All he did was stride from the still-open door over to the refrigerator.
"Is that you, Trent?" Jake asked, using the blanket to cover his entire body as he strode over to shut the door. "I'm really glad you could make it. I see the storm you mentioned, and I'm actually surprised you decided to drive in it. If you want, you can stay the night." The man simply opened the freezer and grabbed the ice cube trays without acknowledging Jake. He cracked the first tray literally in half and dumped the cubes onto his forearm that was sitting across his chest. He turned to Jake and popped one of the cubes into his mouth, crunching and evaluating him.
Jake wondered if this was typical of how these sorts of experiences began. It seemed to be an intimidation tactic, to show dominance. The big man strolled in here like he owned the place, basically nude, not talking to Jake at all, and chewing ice cubes like the cold didn't affect him at all. Jake was in fact turned on by the man's arrogant nature and immediately went into roleplay mode.
He inched closer to the big man and said, "Master, you must be so cold. Let me warm you up beside the fire." The big man's icy stare narrowed and he growled a simple, "No." And he proceeded to chomp another two cubes.
"Let me at least massage your tired, cold muscles," Jake said, approaching faster. The man made no move to show dissent, but finished his last cube and stared at Jake as he outstretched his hand to touch his chest, which was eye-level for him. The chest was so masculine and large, but it was, in fact, cold as ice. This man was clearly committed to acting tough.
Jake caressed the man's chest now with both hands, first gently sweeping every inch to get the feel of the hugeness of the muscles, and then got progressively rougher, massaging the cold out of the pecs. His hands fell to his nipples, and he flicked them a few times before bringing his mouth forth and suckling on one. His tongue slid up and around the large muscle, finding its way to the middle of the man's chest so he could feel the man's pecs on his cheeks and nuzzle his head between them. He looked up at the man's face from his vantage, but the man simply seemed to tolerate Jake's being there - no pleasure, nothing.
Jake decided to press his nude body up against his, hugging his midsection that while tight was still very large around, but it was nothing compared to the tremendous chest and lats above him that if he'd tried he might be able to reach around to touch the man's back. He slid down the man like a pole and stuck his tongue out as he went down, to lick the great abs protruding. Finally he found the body part he was sure would get at least an expression from the man.
His tongue circled the base of the flaccid cock, and he kissed it all eight or nine inches down to the head. He took a hand and gently stretched the cock up and down, making it harder. Once hard enough, he put the head in his his and again looked up to the man, whose eyes had closed. At least that was some sense that Jake was doing something right.
He Frenched it, put his lips all over, put his whole body into pleasuring the man's cock for what seemed like an hour. He had to take short breaks to catch his breath, and it wasn't until the very end that the man's stoic nature changed into moaning and pleasure. Jake felt it go fully erect in his mouth, and he quickly disengaged to let the man explode, which he did. His cum came out in a stream, whiter than any cum Jake had ever seen.
The man breathed heavily, catching his own breath as his cock returned to flaccid. His eyes slowly opened, and he looked down at Jake, who was kneeling on the floor to the man's side, waiting for some sort of response. He got one.
"Do you pleasure any big man that walks through your door?" His voice was coarse and barotone, and his lips curling into an arrogant smile alarmed Jake, who stood up and backed away. The man's smile widened.
"I am not 'Trent'," he said, taking a step towards Jake. "A magician embued this hat with wish magic long ago, and once before I took the form of a snowman, only then I was much...rounder," he scowled at the last word, obviously angered by it. "I am pleased that you gave me a much more appealing form."
Jake backed into the couch and shivered in fear. "What are you talking about?"
"The last time I was a snowman, children wished for a jolly, happy soul named Frosty," he explained. "We played for days until they abandoned me. I have been alone ever since."
"Frosty...the snowman?" Jake asked, incredulous. "That's...impossible."
The man shrugged. "It doesn't matter if you want to admit that you wished for this to happen. It did, and I am here. And this time I will not be left out in the cold, so to speak."
Jake leapt for his phone beside the couch, but the man who called himself Frosty grabbed him around the waist and tossed him aside like a rag doll. He crashed into the door and looked up at the big man, now standing hands on hips, showing off his muscles to show who was in charge.
"You must be kept alive in order for the wish magic to continue," he said. "However, if you do not want to pleasure a big man like myself, you need not be conscious for me to be." He raised one arm, and a sky-blue light began emanating from his fingertips, forming into an orb. He wound his arm back like a baseball pitcher and as he launched, Jake dove between his legs and army crawled as fast as he could away and onto his feet. He bound for the bathroom, and as he shut the door, he saw that a large stone of ice had formed exactly where he'd been sitting.
He locked the door and pressed his back into it, knowing it wasn't nearly enough to keep a man with that power out. He quickly focused on the story "Frosty the Snowman" and knew just what to do. Like a movie serial killer, Frosty was turning the knob slowly to antagonize Jake, but it gave him time to dig out the travel hair dryer he'd brought. He hoped it would be enough.
He simultaneously unlocked the door and turned on the hair dryer, and as Frosty swung the door open, Jake directed the full blast of heat onto his chest. He yowled in pain, and he backed away, covering his face, allowing Jake to advance out the door and drive him back to the front door. Frosty was sweating profusely, and he was actually losing size and height due to it, so Jake knew he was winning. He kept the heat directed on Frosty as he threw open the door and led him out running into the blizzard. Once gone, Jake slammed the door and locked it, quickly darting to the window. His snowman was in fact gone, but Frosty was kneeling naked in the snow, clutching his stomach in pain.
Jake turned off the dryer and grabbed his phone, dialing 911 instantly. "911, are you safe?"
"No! A..." Jake hesitated for a moment, knowing nobody would believe the crazy man claiming Frosty the snowman was attacking. "...a man is trying to invade my place." He quickly spat the address, and the operator told him to keep calm. As she talked him through what to do, he plugged his travel hair dryer in to charge it to full strength, just in case. He was relieved to hear that a policeman was on his way, and wasn't far, but suddenly the line was disconnected, and the power went out. The only source of light or heat was the fireplace, so he quickly moved to it and looked out the window again. Frosty was nowhere to be seen, but there also weren't any footsteps in the snow to indicate where he'd gone.
He huddled next to the fire, hoping the cop would show up soon, but then he heard a loud thud outside, followed by a large crack that sounded like a branch was torn from a tree, but much louder. The thudding got quicker and louder, and soon Jake felt the floor vibrate. More loud cracks, and the thuds came right outside the house. He was too frozen in fear to go investigate, but he wielded his hair dryer in front of his chest.
The large crack of wood now sounded above him, and a draft fell down, as well as snow, and looking up, he saw Frosty had grown to gigantic proportions and lifted the roof up to peer down at him. He smiled menacingly.
"MISS ME?" his even more powerful voice boomed. With one arm holding the roof up, he used the other to reach down and grab for Jake, who rolled away, but got caught in the giant's grasp nonetheless. Frosty lifted him up through the roof, which he let fall down, and he stood up to his full height of triple the size of the cabin, making him about sixty feet tall. He held his palm with Jake in front of his face, and in a fit of bravery, Jake turned the hair dryer on full blast.
Frosty laughed. "YOU MIGHT MELT MY NOSE OFF A LITTLE, BUT NOW I'M SIMPLY TOO LARGE FOR THAT TO WORK." He emphasized this by flexing his other arm's bicep.
"How?" Jake asked, hoping it would reveal a way to get rid of him.
"WHY, I'M MADE OF SNOW, OF COURSE," he said, gesturing at all the snow around him. "WITH YOUR WISH FOR A HUGE MUSCLE MAN, ALL THIS SNOW DOES A BODY GOOD." He squatted down, and scooped up a mound of snow, which he patted onto his chest and caressed until every little bit of it was absorbed. He cupped the pec in his hand and felt its heft.
He bounced and jiggled his pecs as he said "MMMM, NOW MY PECS ARE EVEN GRANDER. BUT I'D RATHER GO FOR A SYMMETRICAL LOOK, YOU KNOW? YOU WANNA MAKE A SNOW ANGEL WITH ME?" He sat down with a mighty rumble and laid naked in the snow, crushing trees with his head and traps, and he placed Jake on his huge chest. He extended his limbs and got to work on making the largest snow angel the world has ever seen, and each time his arms came into his sides he squeezed his pecs together to trap Jake in between, and he hopelessly pushed with all of his might to keep from getting crushed between the muscles, but ended up just hurting his hands and joints in his futile effort.
After several minutes, Frosty finally stopped, but quickly turned to his side so Jake rolled out and over his left pectoral and crashed down into the snow. The giant laid on his side, his fist holding up his head with actually a little difficulty as his bicep was so large it pressed into his equally large forearm, and he looked down searching for Jake, who looked up and saw that he was now even bigger - he had to be at least twice the size he was before.
"OH, THERE YOU ARE! I ALMOST DIDN'T SEE YOUR PUNY BODY!" he said mockingly. "WASN'T THAT FUN? NOW, HAVE YOU EVER TRIED ROLLING DOWN A HILL OF SNOW?"
At that moment, red and blue lights approached, and sirens blared. A police car skidded around the corner, and two brave policemen barreled out of their car with their guns up. "Freeze!" the driver commanded.
"OH, I AM," said Frosty. "AND I'M LOVING IT."
"Help!" Jake sputtered. Frosty frowned and said, "AWWW, WE'RE JUST HAVING SOME FUN! LOOK, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH FUN IT IS TO BE A GIANT." He pushed himself to sit up and then stand, and the police didn't hesitate to begin firing, but their gunfire didn't even seem to register on Frosty's threat radar. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned, exposing his muscular glory to the three tiny men below, and then squatted down to peer at the policemen.
"IF YOU NEED SOME HELP LEAVING, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I CAN HELP." He picked up the police car in hand, wound it back, and threw it into the blizzard and out of sight and earshot. "HOW 'BOUT IT?"
The policemen put their guns away and backed off, and Jake inched toward them. Frosty noticed this and wagged his finger. "TSK TSK LITTLE MAN," he said disapprovingly. "THEY'RE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. YOU AND I ARE THE BEST OF FRIENDS! AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO ANYONE THAT DOESN'T THINK SO."
"No!" Jake screamed, knowing what was coming, but it was too late: Frosty grabbed the cops in both of his hands and enjoyed for a moment how they struggled until he squeezed them into nothingness.
"MAN, THAT WAS FUN," he said, rubbing his hands together. "LET'S GO FIND SOME MORE PLAYMATES IN TOWN! OH, BUT YOU'RE COLD," he said, feigning worry at seeing Jake, who was still nude, and he reached down to pinch Jake between two fingers.
"DON'T WORRY, WE'LL BRING YOUR COZY FIRE WITH US SO YOU CAN WARM UP!" he exclaimed. He raised the roof of the cabin again, and set Jake back next to the fire, where he indeed started getting warmer. "AND I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GROW A LITTLE TO BRING IT ALONG, SO WHILE I'M GONE, GET SOME CLOTHES ON SO YOU CAN PLAY OUTSIDE WITH ME LATER!" He let the roof slam down, got to his feet, and stomped away. Jake looked out the window and saw he was heading for a wide open field full of snow.
He didn't know what to do. The hair dryer was far from being useful anymore. Any fire he could start would be pinched out of existence once Frosty saw it. The blizzard was dying down, but it was the middle of winter, and even if the sun appeared now it wouldn't be warm enough to tackle this monster. He sighed and resigned himself to put on clothes and his jacket so at least he could live to maybe figure out a way to get rid of this muscled-up giant snowman.
In minutes, he felt and heard rumbles greater than before, and he didn't have time to look out the window before the roof was completely torn off this time to reveal a Frosty that was five times larger - had to be eight hundred feet or so now - who smiled down at Jake.
"LOOK WHO'S A GOOD PUNY MAN?" he said like one would to their pet. "ALRIGHT, UP WE GO!" He squatted down low, and dug his hands underneath the foundation of the house. He stood up, ripping the entire cabin up in his hands as he did so, and he brought it up to his chest to look inside.
"THERE, THAT'S BETTER," he said. "YOU'LL STAY WARM UNTIL WE FIND SOME PLAYMATES." He turned and headed directly for town.
The song "Frosty the Snowman" came to mind as the giant made his way: Thumpety, thump, thump, thumpety, thump, thump look at Frosty go. Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, over the hills of snow.
When they neared the edge of town, Jake realized in horror one of the verses of the song was about to come true. He led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop, and he only paused a moment, when heard him holler, stop, stop, stop.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the cops were indeed yelling, as well as profanities and instructions to evacuate anybody outside as Frosty came, and he did indeed stop, with his feet grazing the houses on the edge of town as he looked down at it.
"HERE WE ARE, LITTLE MAN! TIME TO COME OUT AND PLAY!" He raised the cabin and quickly turned it over, catching Jake in his palm as the couch narrowly missed crushing him. He tossed the cabin back from where they came, and raised Jake up to his pec shelf, where he laid him gently.
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them excitedly. "ALRIGHT, WHAT TO DO FIRST?" He looked over the town and frowned. "AWWW, THIS IS A SMALL TOWN. YOUR PUNY BUILDINGS ONLY REACH UP TO MY ANKLES." He shrugged. "OH WELL. GUESS THAT MEANS I'LL HAVE TO GIVE YOU ALL A GOOD VIEW." He knelt down, crushing buildings and cars under his knee, and extended his other leg out, then planted both hands up near the center of town. Extending the other leg, he got into a pushup position, and let himself down slowly, his gargantuan muscles shading any bit of light from outside as hundreds of people screamed in terror at seeing his massive pecs coming ever closer to crush them, but at they touched the tops of buildings, he quickly shot back up. He continued this for several reps, with the screaming never ending, and he noted, "MMMM, I KNOW YOUR FAVORITE MUSCLES ARE THE PECTORALS, SO I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE THEM GOOD AND PUMPED FOR YOU TO WORSHIP."
After probably a hundred, he sat back on his legs and bounced his pumped pecs and rubbed them, with Jake holding on by literal inches of skin. "THEY'RE PUMPED NOW, BUT IT'S GONNA GO AWAY SOON. WE OUGHT TO MAKE IT PERMANENT, DON'TCHA THINK?" Crap. He was going to grow again. With amazing flexibility for a bodybuilder, he kept his legs tucked under his butt as he planted his great lats down into the snow valley beside the town. He rubbed his shoulders against the cold snow, and Jake saw him growing slowly again.
Frosty looked down at Jake to make sure he was still there and bounced his bicep up and down for him before tumbling backward into the snow valley. Jake really had to hold on as the giant rolled and rolled around in the snow, gaining size, but he lost his grip and fell on the snow. There was nowhere to hide, and Frosty certainly didn't notice his absence. All he could do was hope he wasn't crushed.
Frosty's giant head rolled near, and Jake grabbed on to a hair, thinking he'd at least be a little safer on the giant than on the ground where he was rolling. His blond hair had been very short before, but at now over a thousand feet tall, it was a jungle of wet hair. It was slippery and hard to keep his grip as he was flung from one hair to the next, but for just a brief moment, he noticed the top hat mangled in wet hair as he slid by.
The rolling ended, and Frosty was obviously standing up, and Jake had to wrap his limbs around several hairs to keep himself steady. "ROLLING IS A LOT OF FUN, BUT I'M NOT GAINING MUCH MUSCLE FAST. SO WATCH THIS, PUNY HUMANS." Jake didn't see what was happening, but if he had, he'd probably just give up then. The giant stretched his mighty arms out into clouds, and a new blizzard formed, or a little more accurately, a tornado of snow formed, bringing up snow from the ground around him and the clouds seemed to dissipate as he was sucking in its cold precipitation. He grew thousands of feet within the next minute, and when he was a mile tall, he ended his spell.
He crossed his humongous forearms across his even larger pecs and looked down at the puny town at his feet, sneering. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF FROSTY THE MUSCLE GIANT NOW? I AM EVEN JOLLIER AND HAPPIER!" His voice was so deep it was hard to comprehend, but the frightened citizens way down below got the gist: they were screwed.
Jake thought about the hat: if he could just lift it off of Frosty, maybe it would be enough to break the spell. He'd certainly die falling, but this was his fault anyway. He had to try. He crawled his way through the mess of hair, just aiming for what he assumed was the top of Frosty's head.
As he did so, Frosty bent down and did as he did with the cabin: his fingers crawled beneath the town's surrounding grounds and he dug a circle around it. He didn't have to stand up when he lifted it this time, as his biceps were more than enough to raise the city to his eyes. He enjoyed seeing the people cower and cry.
"NOW," he began. "I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR WHOLE CITY AND THEN ABSORB ALL THE SNOW AROUND HERE. THE WORLD WILL NOT FORGET ABOUT FROSTY THIS TIME."
As he made this declaration, Jake found the hat, and dug his fingernails into the giant's scalp to crawl toward it. He crawled fast, knowing he was the world's only chance. He felt the giant quickly dropping the town to its demise and lifting his hand to feel the small disturbance, but he was too late: Jake grabbed the hat in hand and tugged it free from the mangled hair. The giant froze, and below his feet, Jake felt skin become snow, and the hair disintegrated. He now stood atop a literal giant snowman.
He took a step, but the snow was powdery, and it caused the entire structure to crumble, and Jake fell in an avalanche, stuffing the hat under his coat. Somewhere before he hit the ground, he passed out.
Light streamed into the cabin, waking Jake on the couch. He bolted upright, and felt that he was nude again, and the lube was a few feet away, as if it had rolled. He looked around and saw the cabin was undamaged and unchanged since he'd first walked in, but the fire was out save a few embers. He tossed the blanket off and strode to the window. The snow on the ground was melting, and the sun was shining.
He went to the freezer of all places, and saw the ice cube trays he'd filled were still intact and filled. He patted his body all over, but noticed no new wounds to speak of. He'd obviously dreamt a crazy dream.
He walked into the bathroom and yelped when he saw what awaited him on the toilet: the top hat, overturned. He carefully touched it, and a familiar voice rang in his mind: "I'll be back again someday."

Chapter 5: The Giant Festival
The day of the Giant Festival came, and Clyde and Gerald drove out to the city plaza together early to check it out. Some booths were already set up and others were in the process, but it looked like a normal farmer's market or carnival, except there were also booths promoting fitness, as one would expect from a bodybuilding show expo, and oddly also some that were related to fantasy, clearly playing on the idea that Matt Hahn was some mythological being. Muscular men went shirtless like their idol the Giant so often did, and it looked like everyone else was wearing a commemorative T-shirt reading "Giant Festival 2017". Clyde and Gerald both got one for free from a booth that recognized Clyde, and they decided they'd come back to the booths after the opening ceremony.
As they walked to the plaza, they found half of it was being filled up quickly, the other half sectioned off with a platform, some vehicles, and some people looking important. Clyde felt especially tiny and claustrophobic, as lots of men were taking the opportunity to show how big they were to each other and if it weren't for Gerald pulling him to the front of the crowd, he'd have gotten lost in a sea of people, but he overheard things like, "Man, my bicep is bigger than that freak's" - which made Clyde laugh out loud, because while the man was incredibly muscular, he was also a powerlifter so he had large amounts of fat on him too. Besides, his dad had been confirmed to have the biggest everything, even at his smallest size, and had been recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records for many things.
The crowd began to hush as a middle-aged man stepped up to the microphone on the platform. "Good morning, and welcome to our first Giant Festival!" The crowd applauded and cheered, and he continued. "In a moment, we'll bring out the guest of honor, but first I wanted to note some of his fantastic accomplishments."
The mayor went on to list "simple" things he'd done just since coming to town, like saving the dam, rescuing people from a fire, and clearing a highway of a wreck. And then he broadened his speech to highlights of the Giant's life: stopping a plane from crash landing by catching it in his palm, giving Florida residents time to evacuate as he blocked a hurricane with his back, rescuing a Navy destroyer that had turned on its side...
"And now we'd like to bring out our honored guest, Mr. Matt Hahn, the Giant!" The mayor clapped, and the audience followed suit, and soon from behind the building the mayor was standing in front of, black fabric rose above the roof.
"Wow, they're making him grow huge for this event if he doesn't even fit in the shorts above the roof yet," Gerald noted, and Clyde nodded. "They wanted to make sure everyone could see, not just people in the plaza. I think they settled on a thousand feet." Gerald's eyes widened as he looked down at Clyde. Holy shit, that's HUGE!
The Giant's head finally poked out above the fabric, facing away from the crowd, and he sped up his growth as usual to fill out the shorts that had a red "1000" lining one side. The shorts now secure and snug, he carefully turned around 90 degrees and did a side chest pose, smiling down at the crowd.
"I taught him that!" Gerald yelled excitedly. The Giant broke his pose and peered down at the building he'd been hiding behind, which had a rooftop of spectators cheering for him right around his navel. He grinned and waved at them, and they all happily waved back. He bent over and raised a flexed bicep next to the roof, the veins bigger than firefighting hoses and the muscle itself a hill of manliness. Many of the spectators, men, women, and children alike all raised their own arms and flexed with him, which encouraged him to flex harder, and then stand back up to full height, giving them a slight bow in thanks.
He carefully stepped between that building and the one beside it, and turned sideways to fit his bulk between them to enter the plaza. Safely in the plaza, he faced the crowd, and went into more posing: bending over, he did a most muscular pose that overshadowed much of the crowd, crossed his arms and fluidly spread his arms out wide to do a double biceps pose, standing proudly and grinning down at the roaring crowd. He then went into a lat spread, pumping up his chest into his face and showing his wonderfully tight abs.
With that, he stopped posing and said, "GOOD MORNING, EVERYBODY!" People chimed in to say good morning back to him. "THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING, THIS IS REALLY AN HONOR FOR ME."
Clyde could see that his dad was starting to get nervous. His hands wrung out in front of him awkwardly as he waited for the mayor to speak again.
"Mr. Hahn, it is our honor to have you here," the mayor said, speaking into the microphone and craning his neck up at Matt. "We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all that you have done for the world, without asking for anything in return. Well, even though we know you don't need anything from us, we wanted to present to you our gift of appreciation."
He stood back and motioned with his hand toward a semi-truck behind him, which opened its cargo, revealing something large and gold - a large key. A few men quickly unloaded it, and set it down beside the mayor with a big THUNK. It was longer than he was tall, and almost as wide as he was tall, too.
He put his hand on it and said, "I would like to present to you a key to the city, a symbol of our hearts opening up to you. Your great deeds have shown us that we should not fear what we do not understand, but instead take the hand that seeks to help us in our darkest times. We thank you, Matthew Hahn." With that, police lining the plaza all saluted up at the Giant, whom Clyde could tell was becoming more embarrassed as time went on. He squatted down low, and pinched his fingers around the tiny key, but did not lift it just yet.
The mayor spoke again. "Normally, I'd hand the key to you, but I am a frail man, and this is no ordinary key." He laughed, and some of the crowd did as well. He took his hand off the key and motioned for Matt to take it, which he did, and stared at it with admiration.
"THANK YOU, SIR," he said, and although he couldn't see the tiny man's arm outstretched for a hand shake, he'd been told this was what would happen next, so he offered the hand not holding the key to the mayor, who simply put his hand against one of the Giant's fingers and they copied the motion of shaking hands, although it was a very slight movement for Matt. They turned for cameras to get their photos, and then the mayor took his hand back.
"You are an honored citizen, and as such you will enjoy certain privileges," the mayor said. "Do you have anything to say?"
Matt cleared his throat, making glass rumble all around, and nodded as he stood back up toward the crowd. "THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO WELCOMING TO ME AND MY SON. I'VE FELT LIKE A BIT OF AN OUTSIDER SINCE THIS JOURNEY BEGAN, BUT YOU ALL MADE US FEEL AT HOME. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVE HOWEVER I CAN - I HEAR IT'S NOT GOOD TO LAZE AROUND ALL DAY, I MIGHT LOSE MY MUSCLES." He chuckled and half-heartedly flexed a bicep.
"THIS FESTIVAL ISN'T FOR ME - IT'S FOR ALL OF YOU. I CAN SEE BOOTHS FOR ABOUT A MILE AROUND, WITH FOOD, GAMES, PRIZES...THERE'S A VIRTUAL REALITY BOOTH WHERE YOU CAN EXPERIENCE WHAT I EXPERIENCE AS A GIANT --" Gerald's heart raced, hearing this. "--I'LL BE WALKING AROUND - YES, I'LL BE SMALLER, DON'T WORRY - SO IF YOU SEE ME, GO AHEAD AND SAY HI. I PROMISE I'M MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN YOU ARE OF ME." He smiled, and Clyde knew from that smile he was not lying.
"I HEAR THERE'S A STRONGMAN COMPETITION SET UP AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE, THERE'S A BOOK SIGNING BY MY GOOD FRIEND, MR. DAVID SCOTT, AUTHOR OF 'THE NORMAL LIFE OF A GIANT BODYBUILDER', A BIOGRAPHY ABOUT MYSELF. AND THIS EVENING RIGHT BACK HERE IN THE PLAZA WE'LL BE SHOWING THE MOVIE I GUEST STARRED IN, 'BIG BOYFRIEND'. SO PLEASE, GO HAVE YOURSELVES A GOOD TIME, AND I HOPE YOU'LL COME SAY HI!"
Music began playing on the stereos connected to the microphone, and the Giant carefully made his way behind the building from before and reversed his growth fairly quickly.
"We ought to wait for him," Clyde said to Gerald, who nodded, mesmerized by the disappearing Giant. People were chatting and making their way out to the main street and side streets to experience the fun, but Gerald was glad to be standing there, for it took all of his brain to concentrate on not popping a boner.
It took several minutes for Matt to reappear from behind the building, but he was around nine feet tall when he did, sporting jeans and a GIANT FESTIVAL 2017 t-shirt, probably the biggest they had that still clung to his every muscle, and he walked to where the mayor was waiting, and shook his hand more properly. They chatted for a minute, and Gerald noted how hilarious it looked for Matt to be towering over the frail old man, his hands on his hips and nodding politely down as he spoke, and they shook hands once more, and Matt started toward them.
"Hey guys," he said in a huff, already mentally exhausted. "What'd you think?"
"You did great, Dad," said Clyde, but Gerald exclaimed, "Oh my God, it was awesome! I didn't know you could get to a thousand feet!"
Matt chuckled. "So far I think I've gone to two thousand, but haven't really tested the limits. Honestly, I don't think I need to be any bigger," he added, shrugging. I think you should make two thousand feet look puny, thought Gerald.
They made their way toward the booths together, and Matt asked, "I'm going to try to stay with you as much as I can, but I don't know how realistic that is," he mumbled, seeing girls jumping up and down at the sight of him. He waved politely and thanked his lucky stars they didn't come up to him. He wanted to be friendly and outgoing, but he did rather hate attention.
They came to a virtual reality booth, where there were six platforms all full with people with headsets on, some stomping like giants, some just examining their surroundings. Gerald turned to Matt and asked, "Do you want to try?"
He snorted. "I'm pretty sure I know what it feels like, so you go ahead."
Clyde and Gerald were ushered up to the front of the line, and were given VR headsets when others were finished. Gerald put his on, asking first for the "smallest setting" of nine feet, which is what Matt was at now. In the goggles, he saw a normal street with people walking by, but their heads were down near his waist. When he raised his arms, he saw veiny, pumped forearms, and he examined himself a bit more closely. The developer seemed to have a vague concept of what a bodybuilder looked like, but it still looked awesome as Gerald flexed his bicep and it grew.
He asked the attendant to let him grow, so they put it on the next setting, fifty feet, and inside the goggles, Gerald saw the world shrinking as he grew taller. Now he could see the little virtual people at his calf muscles, and marveled at how small they were. He went to a virtual car and picked it up in his forearms, and he tried crushing it and then smashing it down, but the developer didn't program that, so the car just floated down safely onto the street. He asked to get bigger and bigger, until he was at the highest setting of 500 feet, and he looked out over the city, relishing the power he had, and stepped up to a rooftop full of people and mimicked the Giant in flexing for them.
The attendant said that time was up, and Gerald unwillingly gave up his headset. Walking away with Clyde he said, "Didn't you think that was AWESOME?" Clyde nodded nonchalantly, and Gerald blurted out his adoration for the game and for Matt to be able to do that whenever he wanted.
Matt scratched his head. "Heh, I guess."
At that moment, a group of women came up to them and squealed. "Hello, Mr. Giant!"
Matt smiled politely. "You can call me Matt. Are you ladies enjoying yourselves?"
They nodded excitedly and one said, "It's a good party. Can we have our picture taken with you?" He said of course, and asked them how they wanted to do it. Two of them climbed on his flexed biceps, hanging down from them, and the other two pressed their bodies into his quads, each flexing their toned arms as well as Gerald took the picture for them. Once the picture was taken, Matt set the girls down gently, and one of them asked, "How are you still single?"
Matt blushed, and Clyde knew it was his cue. "We've actually got to get going...Dad told someone he'd meet them." They awwwwed but left upbeat nonetheless, and Matt sighed relief. His relief was cut short when a bunch of frat boys came by and asked if they could take a photo of them all flexing. He said sure, and did a most muscular above them doing the same.
Once they'd gotten rid of them, Clyde led them away, knowing if he didn't walk and talk his poor dad wouldn't be able to move for hours. Matt suddenly put a hand on his son's shoulder, and when Clyde turned around, he saw his dad shaking.
"Oh no...again?" he asked.
"I did it this morning, trying to anticipate this..." Matt said, and Gerald saw Matt's new t-shirt was ripping.
"Do you think you can make it? The Closet's pretty far from here..."
"Luckily, I told them this might happen, so they set up a truck for me. Clyde, I really gotta go!" Still shuddering, he made his way to a side street, looking like he was going to be sick. Gerald waited an appropriate amount of time to say, "I need to use the bathroom, I'll catch up with you in a minute." Clyde nodded and walked to the next booth as Gerald jogged to a port-a-potty, and once out of sight of Clyde, followed Matt down the side street he'd gone down.
He found Matt in an alley stripping off his t-shirt, which tore to shreds as he was growing and stripping at the same time, and he tried pulling off his jeans, but they were now so tight on him everywhere that none of it wanted to come down. He sighed and immediately shot up about ten feet, obliterating the jeans altogether in an explosion of denim, and was left with his super stretchy tights. He made great strides away, his chest heaving up and down as if he'd ran a marathon, and Gerald hid behind dumpsters to keep tailing him.
They finally came to a larger alley with a semi-truck parked there and a couple of police with radios awaiting him. Gerald stayed behind the corner and watched as Matt, triple the size of these officers and his prick sticking further and further out above their heads, said, "Sorry, I didn't think I'd need to again."
"No worries man," said one of them, doing his best not to look at the over foot-long dick stretching out the tights just above his head. "We'll go run interference and give you privacy. I don't think the truck's big enough for you, though."
Matt shook his head. "No, I'm just going to have to try to be quiet." The officers nodded and walked away, and Gerald quickly darted for cover under a convenient cardboard box. Once the footsteps were gone, he heard a thud that had to be Matt sitting down, and he quietly came out from under the box and peered around the corner.
Matt was stripped down bare, his dick fully erect and about half the height of Gerald at this point. He reached inside the truck and grabbed some lube they'd had ready for him as well as a large towel, and he laid down on the pavement beside the truck, growing slowly and heaving.
He took some lube and grabbed his large member, rubbing it all over and trying not to buck his hips. His left hand crept up to his right pectoral, and he traced it all around, hefted the weight of his breast, flexed it and hit himself in the chest. It was all too much for Gerald, and without caring about the consequences, he stripped his jeans down and began to rub himself as he watched.
"I am so fucking BIG," the Giant growled as he bounced his pecs in his hand and kept stroking. "Pathetic tiny men can't even FATHOM being half this HUGE." With each stroke he seemed to grow a little more, and his shoulders were now pressing into both sides of the alley. "Mmm, that's right, not even BUILDINGS can contain my MANLINESS." His bulk pressed a little more into the brick buildings, making them groan and crack, and he raised his non-stroking arm to flex a bicep in front of himself, admiring the mound of muscle.
He was sweating profusely, the water making his muscles glisten in the sunlight, and he turned on his side to give the buildings relief revealing a literal pool of sweat beneath him. He stroked hard a couple more times, and put his hand on his head to sit up a little, and then he got to his knees to stand. Gerald looked up and saw he was half as tall as the buildings, but he was growing faster now, and even standing sideways, his chest was so profound that it would threaten the space he had left soon.
He kept on stroking, and leaned over to grab the whole tub of lube. his great ass crashing into the building behind him. He crushed it in his hand over his dick and slathered it on. His dick head hit the building, and he looked up moaning in ecstasy. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed the semi-truck and hefted it.
"So light..." he moaned as he did a few curls with the truck. "So POWERFUL." His growing hand crumpled the back end of the truck like a beer can, his veins popping through his enormous bicep. He took his stroking hand for a moment and pressed the truck together into a ball easily, and now his height almost as tall as the buildings, he placed the ball of metal in between his pecs and crushed it some more, using admirable control with his muscles as when the ball slid down, his pecs caught it by squeezing and inching the ball back up his chest. Soon the ball disintegrated into pieces of metal that just fell to the ground in heaps as his chest and back were pressed against the buildings. The buildings began to groan again at the strain of the muscles unyielding against them, and the Giant adjusted his hips slightly to allow his bicep to move around his pecs to finish stroking.
He stroked harder and harder, and with a roar of "HUUUUUGE," his dick exploded like a fire hose with white cum, covering the brick wall with more and more ooze dripping. It collected at the base of the building as he stroked the last bits out, and struggled to get his breath back and contain his chest from destroying the building. He breathed harder and harder, looking down at what he'd done, and after a minute a look of shame came over him.
Gerald had long since finished himself, but he was enjoying seeing this god of a man simply standing there, compressed between two buildings. There was a thick scent of musk in the air, and it was very humid from the hot day absorbing his large amount of sweat. The Giant looked around to make sure he was alone, and for a moment looked like he might have seen Gerald before he'd ducked behind the corner, but at least said nothing if he had.
Gerald wondered if he'd have to stay this size for the next hour, like he did when he took him into his house, or if that time he'd also grown huge and was able to shrink down a little. He decided he couldn't stick around and find out, so he gathered his jeans and put them on a little further down the other alley to meet Clyde.

Chapter 4: Gerald and the Giant
As they drove home from their clothes shopping, Clyde and Matt were rather quiet, but Gerald entertained himself by dreaming of all the images of the Giant he'd seen recently: the largest security guard surveying the university campus like he would look down at children playing, a man lifting a fully grown woman as if she were air itself, and best of all, the enormous chest that awaited him as he dove out the window of his apartment building. And now he'd be living with his idol, and he'd see what happens in the private life of the Giant...
Suddenly Gerald noticed the car had come to a halt, and Matt looked over to Clyde, who pulled out his phone, hurriedly hitting buttons. "It goes on for about two miles. There are three semi-trucks that overturned blocking the highway."
Matt nodded and said, "I got this," and undid his seat belt in a haste. Confused, Gerald opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Matt opened his door and immediately stripped off his shirt, the sun beating down on his beautiful torso, and then, to Gerald's surprise, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and shimmied his wonderful butt and thighs out of them, revealing silver tights underneath. He opened the back seat door and smiled at Gerald as he tossed his clothes into the seat beside him, and slammed the door.
He took a deep breath and immediately began to grow. His tights already had left very little room for imagination, but now as he grew, Gerald could practically hear the fibers of the tights struggling to stay together. At double the height of the SUV they were in, the Giant ceased his growth, and immediately but carefully so his ass didn't hit the car behind him he squatted down and the sound of metal shifting underneath them filled Gerald's ears. In the next moment, the SUV was lifted higher and higher - looking out the window, Gerald could see the Giant's immense shoulders were still wider than the car itself, and he was holding them with his arms fully stretched out above his head.
They then began moving forward and over the other cars, the Giant maneuvering his great legs between cars and making his way to the shoulder lane. Cars moved as much as they could to accommodate him, and at the shoulder lane, he simply speed-walked, and gained a little bit more size as he did so now that he was away from other cars.
It only took a minute for them to see the wreck above - it appeared that one semi had been trying to merge into the lane behind another, and it pushed its load into the lane over, causing yet another semi to hit it head-on and flip it. It was a mess. There were police and EMTs on the scene when the Giant arrived, and with his window rolled down, Gerald overheard, "Oh, thank goodness, Mr. Hahn. The drivers have been extracted, but could you possibly clear the scene?"
He must have nodded, but he took a few steps beyond the semi-trucks and set the SUV down on the pavement carefully. He remained squatting and leaned his head down as much as he could to look in at Clyde.
"Go on to your appointment, son, I'll have one of the officers take me home," he said, and then stood up, his shadow completely overtaking the SUV. Clyde got out and for a brief moment, Gerald compared Clyde's tiny form against his massive father's calf muscle. There was no comparison; the calf muscle was several times bigger than Clyde.
Clyde got into the driver's seat and started the engine back up. He began driving, and Gerald again opened his mouth, but Clyde looked in the rearview mirror and said, "I'm sure you want to see this, but we'll have to be a good distance away. Like I said, Dad doesn't really like it when I'm around on his missions." Gerald nodded, and looking back, he saw the Giant getting into what looked like a black tent, his ass now bare in the moments they'd been driving.
Clyde got about a mile away, but the Giant had stayed in sight the entire time. The tent was rising up, with the Giant's arms outstretched like he was doing jumping jacks underneath the fabric, and eventually his head poked out the hole above the fabric, and then his chest emerged, and he carefully positioned his arms to hold the still too-large fabric so that nobody could see his junk, and once the fabric cleared the top row of his abs, he shot up in growth and filled the fabric, which turned out to be his special shorts, until they were taut against his butt and waist. As the Giant turned to survey the scene below, Gerald read the red writing on the side of the shorts: 300. Oh my God, he's grown to 300 feet tall!
The Giant simply bent over and grabbed a truck with both hands to steady it and carefully placed it in an empty parking lot beyond the trees lining the highway the cops had set up for him. He did the same in the next few seconds with the other two trucks, and squatted down. They heard him say, "I DON'T THINK YOU WANT ME TO SWEEP THE HIGHWAY, OFFICER. I'LL TEAR UP THE PAVEMENT." He stood back up and easily put his leg over to the empty parking lot with the trucks, and began to shrink, holding on to the fabric again.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Clyde asked, putting the car into gear. If by 'cool' you mean 'so very hot' then yes, Gerald thought as they drove.
Clyde had given Gerald the keys and sent him home, but he had to do his appointment with Dr. Wright. He sat in front of the therapist who had already done his initial question of "Tell me about yourself" and was now patiently waiting for what came next.
"So, it says in your file that it is recommended you come to therapy to give you a confidential avenue to report your dad mistreating you," Dr. Wright began. Before Clyde could answer he went on: "I don't honestly believe he would physically harm you, at least not on purpose, I just want to make that clear. However, I do believe that being the son of the Giant has to have repercussions on your mental state. Tell me about your relationship with your dad."
"Okay. Ahem, well, first I'd like to say that he and I get along very well, and I consider him my best friend. We're very honest with each other. He doesn't get into detail about what turns him on, but out of necessity, he told me when he thought I was old enough to know why once a week he'd have to run off - he has to masterbate at least that often, or he can't control his growth. And..."
Clyde was beginning to turn red. "When I was thirteen, he caught me masterbating for the first time myself. To be honest, I wasn't really turned on by anyone at that time, I was just going through a phase of being intensely jealous of my dad. He'd told me the story of how he only had sex once in his life, and after he did it, he grew into the Giant. I wanted to know if the same could happen to me." Clyde hung his head, and his throat had caught through the last sentence.
Dr. Wright asked, "When he caught you, did you tell him any of this?"
Clyde nodded. "I think it's the first...well, we don't fight, so I'll say bump in the road, that we had. He wasn't mad or sickened at all that I was masterbating, and he cried when he tried to console me, trying to tell me he didn't ask for what happened to him, and if he could, he would give me his power."
Clyde went on, tears forming in his eyes. "I think it was hormones, but despite him saying all this, I was still so angry. I yelled at him, telling him that it was unfair that he had it so easy, and I was picked on by bullies constantly at school, more so BECAUSE he was the Giant, and I was his speck of a son. My anger got the best of me, and I threw a punch at his chest...that's the first time we realized that his muscles were so hardened they were essentially like bricks. I shattered the bones in my hand, and he rushed me to the hospital. When the doctors were done repairing my hand, I could see my dad had been crying the whole time in the waiting room, and on the way home he begged me to tell him how to make it right between us. I..." Clyde's eyes couldn't contain his tears any longer. "I didn't know. All I could say was that I loved him, and it was just something I'd have to live with."
"How have you dealt with it since?"
Clyde wiped his tears and coughed. "It still took me a long time to not be jealous. Especially when I went into high school, every boy was so much bigger than me, and I was the weakling that couldn't even bench the bar in gym class. Through high school, I saw these boys become young adult men with larger and larger muscles, and I was just the tiny son of a muscular giant."
"What turned it all around was a series of events. I came home one day to my dad looking at old photos, and I saw that I resembled him when he was in high school - even the smallest shirt was a tent on him, and Mom was taller than him in their homecoming photo. It made me realize this tiny guy was still inside this hulking man. The week after that, my dad accidentally took a chunk out of an old office building when he misjudged his size after growing, and I realized being big had its faults too. And then he did one of his most famous rescue missions, the one where he flew to Florida and grew so large that his back was big enough to stop a hurricane's deadly winds long enough for cities to evacuate, and I kinda put it all together - that tiny guy in the photo was just doing what he could with what he was given."
Dr. Wright smiled and was about to speak when Clyde quickly inserted, "But sometimes, like last week, he doesn't help my inferiority complex. I was walking home with a girl and as we approached, he grew to about four times the size of our house, and picked it up in his arms. When we got there, he looked down and casually waved at the girl beside me, cradling a whole house next to his giant muscles. He set it down facing the other way, telling me he thought the house would look better facing that way, and posed for my friend, showing off his titanic muscles. We went inside as he shrank, and I could tell that even if I could get with this girl, the image of my perfect father would not escape her head."
The therapist laughed. "I am sorry, I can't relate to that, but your description was amusing." Clyde nodded, and the therapist said the time was up, but they'd finish this another time. Secretly, Clyde really hoped they would.
Matt woke with a start at his phone alarm, and as with every morning, he had to remind himself not to move too quickly, or he'll smash his phone to pieces trying to turn off the alarm. He did so carefully and turned on a light, sitting up in bed. He rubbed his face and looked at the time: 03:00 AM. He mumbled and stood up, wearing only boxer briefs, and shuffled to his bathroom.
Turning on the light, he examined himself in the mirror. It wasn't a practice he usually did, but today he felt self-conscious, as he would be appearing on the news's early show in an hour or two. Yeah, still muscular as fuck, he thought to himself, feeling his hand down his bicep smoothly, and debated getting rid of the week's worth of hair that had grown all over, but decided that he liked the scruff he'd formed on his chin and didn't think anyone would care about the light coat of hair on his body.
He looked down at his chest in a sort of sadness, flexing it quickly to remind himself it was still there, and he brushed his teeth, his thoughts full of woe for some reason. Spitting out the excess toothpaste, he stared at himself at the mirror, frowned, and looked down at he stepped toward the shower. He felt today would be a hard day.
In the shower he also paid more attention to his penis than he normally would. Before his growth spurt, he felt it had been normal, perhaps a little abnormal, at 4 inches, and he didn't know what to do with this python he had now. He hefted the flaccid member and let it drop a couple times, slapping his thigh, and wondered if Erika would have cared what size it was. No, he thought. I have to make it through this interview without getting emotional.
When he'd dried off, he strode to his closet and looked around. Perhaps it was hubris, but Matt thought he knew for sure they'd want him to flex for the camera, and possibly even grow. He selected a polo shirt and jeans on top of his super stretchy pants because it seemed professional enough for a local news morning show. He pulled the tights on with difficulty as always, and wondered how they were so tight but could allow him to get so big at the same time. He smiled when his hand touched his ass, remembering a fond memory.
Matt walked into their small one-bedroom apartment laden with groceries and set them down on the counter before strutting up to Erika in the living room, who was sitting in a chair rubbing the bump on her stomach and watching tv. He got between her and the tv, forcing her to look up at him, and he smiled down at her, bounced his monstrous pecs a couple times, knowing she loved it, and did a quarter-turn to stick out his ass.
"Isn't this just the most WONDERFUL ass you've ever seen?" he said, admiring how his jeans showed off the perfect curvature of his tight butt. "These jeans just hug every inch of its wonderful roundness." Erika reached for some popcorn next to her and said, "Yeah, honey, that's great. Your butt's in my way."
Matt's smiled faded and he walked slowly back to the groceries, but as he entered the kitchen two arms embraced him from the back and reached up his shirt to feel his abs. She let him turn around and he smiled, and she said, "One day you'll have this under control, and I can admire your ass like it should be admired. I don't think the baby would like it if we were bucking anyway." She had long since learned trying to wrap her hands around his shoulders would end in her dangling her feet off the ground, and his chest and lats were so large her hands barely made it to his back, so she went for her standard under-his-chest hug, and he simply patted her.
Matt smiled truly and went downstairs.
In the kitchen, Gerald leapt up from eating cereal as soon as Matt walked in. "At ease, soldier," Matt joked, motioning to sit down with his hands. Gerald sat back down and said, "I got up early to see if I could go with you to the morning show?"
Matt began making coffee and shrugged. "I don't see why not. Wish you could take my place, to be honest." If only, Gerald thought, taking in Matt's wide back as he prepared his coffee.
Gerald was driving Matt away from the studio, as he was overcome with embarrassment from the show. First they'd introduced him and the male co-host flexed a bicep that was fine for any average man, but compared to Matt's, his arm looked like an angel hair noodle. They asked him questions about working out and nutrition, and he had to truthfully say that he didn't ever touch iron and he ate like a college student - a lot of fast food, too, since he was away on missions so much. There was a part right after that when he ran his fingers through his hair and hit his face with his bicep, and he was sure everyone saw...
Oh, and when they let people call in...that was so much worse. This girl Tracy was trying to ask about his dating life, and sounded hopeful that she could score the strongest man in the world, but he shot her down by telling her Clyde was all he needed. And then a man with some bodybuilding show called, said they were always wondering why he never competed...he was SURE he sounded arrogant when he said it wouldn't be fair, given his poor diet and exercise for him to compete because he'd still win every competition every time.
Well, he thought. I don't have a roid gut, and my muscles ARE bigger than all of theirs', even at this size.
And then the ending...oh goodness, the ending. They brought him back on, and he tore his polo shirt trying to get it off quickly, and he grew to the ceiling of the studio. Thankfully the stretchy pants held, but he raised his arms for a double biceps pose and knocked out some lights and camera equipment. He buried his face in his big hand thinking about the shame, but Gerald reached over and patted him on the back, rubbing his traps to comfort him.
"Hey, it wasn't bad," he said. "Plus, you've got a second chance in a couple of weeks! The Giant Festival!"
Matt rolled his eyes. The reporters had thrown out an idea for a Giant Festival, to honor Matt's accomplishments and told him the idea was endorsed by the mayor. He reluctantly agreed.
Seeing Matt was stiil not happy, Gerald changed tactics. "Clyde and I are planning on going to the gym later, if you want to join. Maybe it'll cheer you up to see us flailing?"
Matt looked at Gerald and smiled. "Sure."
The three of them parked in front of the university gym and got out dressed in workout attire. Walking up to the front door, Clyde and Gerald were talking about doing just the main lifts for today, but Matt was dreading the whole experience.
And for good reason. The moment they walked in, the gym seemed to hush as people all around the room noticed not only the biggest guy in the gym had walked in, but also the biggest guy ever. Matt blushed and hurried the other two over to an empty bench. They left weight off for Clyde to just bench the bar, and Matt got behind to spot. Clyde looked up at his huge dad from the bench, imagining he had a chest that wondrous, and picked up the bar to get started. As he did a few reps, Gerald corrected his form and told him to pace himself, but after 10 reps he was fatigued and Matt quickly took the bar and racked it for him. He carefully patted his son on the back as Gerald loaded up some weight for himself. Gerald also did 10 reps, with better form, and was going for another when he realized the bar was not going to come back up.
Oh no, Matt's going to think I'm weak as shit, he thought, hoping it would fuel him, but the bar didn't budge. Matt caught it and easily raised the bar back up, racking it, and Gerald flushed red.
"Good set, Gerald," he said encouragingly.
"Your turn," Gerald said huffing.
Matt snorted. "Alright, let me put this to rest right now. Load up the bar with all the 45s you can." Gerald excitedly did so, leaving only enough room to put the clips on the ends. Matt got to the other side of the bench and straddled it, looking straight at Gerald.
"This is why I don't need to go to the gym," he said, and grabbed the bar with his left hand, raising it off the rack like it was just a broomstick. He had perfect balance, not letting either side droop, and he curled the bar as far as it would go, his forearm and enormous bicep preventing a great range of motion, but he did this a few times, and even as doing so, used his other hand to feign yawning. He then raised the bar up above his head, still with only one hand, and acted like he was doing his first morning stretch, fully extending both arms and keeping the bar tight in his hand, but the weight seemed negligible. He lowered it back to the rack easily, the weight offering a clank against metal, and Matt looked at Gerald asking, "Satisfied?"
You don't even know, thought Gerald, but he said, "I guess so." Clyde and Gerald continued benching, and went on to squatting and then deadlifting, all with Matt there to offer a spot when needed. Some other guys and gals also drummed up the courage to ask Matt to spot, and he happily did so, although he did notice one of the guys he spotted for was sporting a boner that few as he benched and looked up at Matt, and it made him a little uncomfortable.
In the locker room, Matt waited on the bench, not a drop of sweat dripping from him, as Gerald and Clyde showered. Gerald came out first, with a towel around his waist, and Matt turned to give him privacy, but a few seconds later, Gerald said, "Want to pose with me? I do like, once a week, to check on progress."
"I've seen some bodybuilders do some posing, but I'm not familiar enough with it," he replied. "Ah, come on, I'll show you," Gerald said, tugging on Matt's shoulder. Matt turned and saw Gerald was only sporting boxer briefs. He did have a six pack, and he was well-defined everywhere. Not bad, kid, thought Matt, and he grumbled as he stood up.
"Take off your shirt, you'll see yourself better," Gerald commanded, and as Matt reached up to do so, Gerald bit his lip, and got out his phone. It was a perfect excuse to get this on video, after all. Now barechested, Gerald was hit with the realization of just how small he was standing next to the Giant, but controlled his hormones as he faced the big mirror on the wall.
"Okay, if you'll hold my phone and tape this, I'll show you a few," he said and handed off his phone. Matt dutifully watched as Gerald instructed Matt on a proper double biceps pose, his little lumps of arms obviously straining to make lumps. He transitioned into a front lat spread, side chest, most muscular, and finally a back lat spread. He knew he was hilariously too little to be doing this, but if it was how he was going to see Matt pose...
Clyde came out of the shower and dressed, and offered to take up the phone as they both did their posing. Gerald sweat bullets containing his horniness at seeing the muscular man beside him trying to copy his movements, and he even took liberties to touch Matt to "adjust his posture" which was actually fine, but he was able to feel his triceps as he pushed Matt's arms up in a double biceps pose, rubbed his abs as his hands went behind his head to show Matt a vacuum, caressed his lats as he spread them wider and wider, and even took both hands on either side of Matt's enormous pectorals to scrunch them together, showing him how to puff out his chest properly as he struggled to fold his arms across his chest: he simply had so much muscle going on, his pecs pushing his forearms out and his biceps preventing his hands from locking in, he had to settle with just doing a most muscular for Gerald instead.
They went home and went to do individual activities, and Gerald had to stuff his mouth with a sock as he stroked himself and came.

I'm not sure if any of this is what you guys are looking for. After reading it again, it seemed wordy, so I'd appreciate the feedback. Thanks.
Chapter 3: "Gerald's Plan"
Gerald woke with a start, feeling a rumble. He was still in a back room in the library where he'd been working on his project, and when he pulled open the door to the main room, he saw his was the only light on - it was nighttime, and some lazy librarian hadn't bothered to see if anyone was still in that room. He rushed down two flights of stairs and to the front of the library, and found himself locked in. The same rumble that had woke him came again, and he saw a street light come on to reveal a very large bare foot about fifty yards away leading up an even larger leg, and soon the other shoe fell, causing another rumble. The Giant was here!
This was perfect - it was a reasonable excuse to meet the Giant again. Gerald quickly went back up the stairs to the third floor, huffing, and then found the stairwell to the roof. It set off an alarm, but that didn't matter much - he needed the Giant to notice him anyway. And when he got onto the roof, he could already see the Giant walking quickly back to the library, carefully placing his steps on the expansive lawn. Gerald guessed he was a hundred feet tall here, based on all of the drawings and photos he'd seen, and he was wearing a black shirt with a gold badge embroidered on his chest and the tight jeans Gerald recognized from the Giant's "smaller" appearances.
The Giant slowed his gait, approaching the building, and looking down he saw Gerald on the roof. With a puzzled expression, he squatted down, being twice as tall as the three-story building, and looked at Gerald, who was waving as if to a rescue helicopter.
"Hello, Mr. Hahn sir," he said, thanking his lucky stars his jeans were sufficiently hiding his hard on. "I fell asleep in the library, and when I woke up, everyone had gone and I was locked in. I heard you out here, so I thought I'd ask for your help."
The Giant nodded sympathetically. He did his best to whisper, tilting his chin away from Gerald so as not to blow him over: "I'll get you out of there. Just let me go get the keys." He began to stand up, but Gerald cried out, "No!" The Giant stopped, and looked back down, half-squatting.
Gerald cleared his throat, hoping what he would say next would be convincing and breezy. "I mean, couldn't I just climb up on your hand and you can set me down?"
The Giant's expression didn't reflect any change of emotion, he simply said, "I need to shut off the alarm anyway. I'll be right back. I'll meet you at the entrance of the library." He stood all the way up, and quickly but carefully strode over to the other side of campus. Gerald, crestfallen for not being in the Giant's grasp again, took his consolation prize of watching the biggest and finest male ass in tight jeans pop left and right as he strode away, and admired how the gold word SECURITY strained across his monstrous back. He saw when the Giant shrank down, and presumably went inside the main building for the keys, and calculated that he would have just enough time to watch the Giant grow again and take in a mental picture of his lovely pecs before he had to run downstairs to meet him, and he did just that.
He did his best to catch his breath as the Giant came up to the glass doors, now in his tiniest form of a six-foot four Mr Olympia and sporting the same kind of shirt and jeans he'd been wearing before, but obviously smaller versions, as his clothes didn't grow and shrink with him. He unlocked the door, nodded slightly down to Gerald, and strode over to behind the check out counter where the alarm panel was blaring. He fumbled with a few numbers and it finally shut off.
Turning around, he said, "I called the police when I went to get the keys," and Gerald's heart raced. "Just to let them know I knew what the alarm was about, and they didn't have to bother coming. If it was any other security guard, I'm sure they'd have come anyway, but I have a special way with law enforcement," he grinned, proud of himself and Gerald chuckled, making sure to not stare below the strong chin as he so wanted to do.
"Thanks for rescuing me," he said, immediately regretting it. It sounded over-the-top, and the Giant would surely catch on that Gerald had a crush. However, all Matt said in reply was, "No problem," and he ushered Gerald out, locking the door behind them.
"I'll escort you to your car," he said, extending his thick arm out for Gerald to lead the way. They started walking, and after a half a minute of silence, Gerald could see this opportunity to be with his idol fadiing, so he said, "I didn't know you did security here."
"Oh, uh, yeah, I told the school I'd do that and a few other projects for them."
"I mean, I know you're a really nice guy, but why would you do that for them?" Looking over, Gerald noted discomfort in Matt's face, knowing he was avoiding it. "Oh, sorry, you don't need to tell me --"
"--No, it's okay, it's stupid that I thought I could hide it," he said, sighing. "I applied to come to school here, and they instantly gave me a full ride scholarship. I felt bad, so I asked if there was any way I could pay them back. They said doing security would be most helpful, since not many students applied to do it this semester and not many wanted to do it overnight, either.
So I'm the only one on all of campus - they let me grow so I can quickly get around, and basically see the whole school at once."
So what you're saying is that I can get another opportunity like this, Gerald thought maniacally. "That's very nice of you. You're a good man."
Matt harrumphed. "I try to be, anyway."
They got to Gerald's car, and Gerald still didn't want his time with the Giant to end so he was searching for an excuse to speak up, but luckily Matt did first: "Let me tell Clyde myself, will you? We've always been honest with each other, but I felt like he might feel smothered or something if he knew I was also going to school here." Gerald nodded, and Matt continued, "And since we're schoolmates, why not get coffee or lunch sometime?" Gerald's eyes widened, as if all of his dreams had come true, but he had to reel it in, knowing this was not an actual romantic invitation. But he'd take a bro date over nothing. All of this he hid behind a sly, "That would be cool".
Matt grinned, and bode him good night, walking away, which Gerald watched again with the same wonder. He thought about waiting to see the Giant shirtless for those few moments, but it would take him a few minutes to get back to those big clothes, and he'd be suspicious of Gerald having waited for a few minutes. Unless he argued he was just looking at his phone?
Yeah, that could work...The voice of reason took over when he yawned. He did have an early class, and a potential bro date later. Fine, time to go. Besides, in the short walk, he'd devised a clever plan.
Police sirens were blaring, and the ground was rumbling, so the city knew the Giant was active. A short way away from the university, an apartment complex was filling with more and more flames. The police had set up a perimeter for firemen to handle the situation, but there really was a lot of fire.
The rumbling became more intense and quicker, and the chief of police turned around to see the Giant rounding the corner, dressed in only black shorts and only about a hundred feet tall.
He stopped a few yards away from the chief - even knowing his kindred spirit, this was a man whose finger contained more power than his police force, so he couldn't help but cringe, especially when he squatted down low.
"How can I help?" he asked with a serious expression.
"We heard you were coming, Mr. Hahn," said the chief. "There's quite a few residents to evacuate still - could you step over and get the top floors and work your way down?" The Giant nodded and stood up, and as he planted a foot over the caution tape, the chief looked up, seeing a dick bigger than his body struggling to stay within the confines of those tiny black shorts, and as the Giant stood next to the apartment building, his back so massively muscular it blocked out the view, he thought he should maybe start going to the gym again.
Matt's pec shelf was level with the building's roof, where he saw a few residents crying for help. He gave them a sympathetic smile and offered them his palm. "Climb on, I won't hurt you."
They decided that fire was a bigger threat than a smiling giant muscle man, so all four of them got on, and Matt slowly lowered them to the ambulance below, where EMTs rushed to their aid.
He carefully peered inside the top floor, but there were too many flames to see anyone. "Brace yourselves, tenants! I'm going to try blowing it out!" As if he were blowing out the candles to a birthday cake, he heaved a medium breath, knowing a larger one might actually send residents flying, and blew. Inside, he instantly blew out the flames in one window, and proceeded to a few others, where it was just as effective. He blew out all of them in the top floor before peering back inside, but now smoke was everywhere.
"I can't see anyone, but it should be safe to get to the window now!" he said, holding out both palms. Several residents appeared at the windows, and he took all of them, about fifteen in number, out and onto the ground. As he stood back up to face the building, he heard, "Wait for me!" and a young man leapt out of the window, flinging himself directly into Matt's left pectoral. He bounced off a little, but slid down to the bottom of his pectoral where Matt cupped his hand to catch the man.
He felt the man in his palm, but to check if he was alright, he swung his hand out and over his chest to his eyes. He recognized him: it was Gerald.
"That was gutsy," Matt said, smirking.
"Thank you, Mr. Hahn," Gerald said, coughing. Matt chuckled. "No problem. And for the last time, just call me Matt." He lowered Gerald to the ground with the rest. The Giant turned back to continue his rescue efforts, floor by floor, evacuating more and more residents, and as the EMTs worked on Gerald, cupping his mouth with an oxygen mask, he never took his eyes off the Giant. He was able to admire him all the more now: every muscle that bulged from his body was REAL. He had just been on top of the Giant's pec, if even for a brief moment, and that was his deepest fantasy. The EMT reported that Gerald's vital signs were spiking, and he tried waving them off, telling them he was fine, but they pressed him down to work on him.
About twenty minutes later, the whole building was fully evacuated and the fire was out. Gerald overheard the chief of police, a fireman, and the Giant, presumably having shrunk down, chatting nearby. Absolutely no casualties, including pets, minor injuries, and it seems the fire was caused by a meth lab explosion. Now that they had the situation handled, the Giant asked if he could see his friend Gerald, and an EMT called him over.
"We're checking for a concussion or any broken bones when he jumped onto you," the EMT said, "but other than running a temperature, he's fine. He should have cooled down now that he's out of the fire, though..." The Giant thanked him and walked over, looking down at Gerald that was lying down on a stretcher outside an ambulance, being monitored by the EMT. God, his muscles are hardly contained in that tiny fireman's t-shirt, Gerald thought, trying to look like he was trying to see the Giant's face but really staring at the biceps that had already torn the sleeves a little to accomodate his size. And it's got to be the biggest shirt they got, too...
"How are you doing, Gerald?" he asked, concerned.
"Just fine...Matt. What about you? You were actually fighting the fire..."
Matt chuckled. "A part of being supherhuman is invulnerability. I learned a while ago that while flames hurt, they can't actually damage me, nor can smoke, really." Gerald blew out a soft
"Wow," and said, "Well, thanks for saving me from the roof of a building again. That's twice in three days."
Matt smiled and nodded. "What a troublemaker. Well, when they say that you're medically good to go, would you like to come have coffee with me? It's early in the morning, and the Giant gets cranky when he doesn't have caffeine."
His vital signs spiked again, beeping and alerting Matt and the EMTs, but he quickly got it under control as EMTs pushed Matt away. "That'll be great! I'll only be a few more minutes!"
Clyde had gotten an early-morning text saying his dad was on his way to save people from a burning building, and they should meet for breakfast if he was awake. Walking down the street, he saw a big hulk of a man in a fireman's blue shirt taking up every inch of a tiny cafe outdoor chair, sitting in front of his friend, Gerald, and they were laughing and sipping coffee.
"Sure, the government pays for it anyway," Matt said, shrugging. Gerald beamed, and looked up at Clyde, who was a little puzzled standing between them.
"Oh, hey, son," his dad said with his classic goofy grin. "You know who was in that fire this morning? Gerald! I was just telling him we have another room, if he wants to stay with us until he finds another place."
Clyde nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay. No, that's great! We can be roomies, like you asked me to be weeks ago before you knew who I was." He grinned at Gerald, and Gerald hoped his own smile didn't reveal anything sinister. Clyde walked away to order some coffee himself, and he asked, "Did you tell Clyde you're going to college again?"
Matt sat back and rubbed his face, giving Gerald an opportunity to ogle at his magnificent chest that he'd just been on an hour ago. What a beauty. "No, I don't know how to tell him. I thought maybe he chose this college to get away from me, but then I came wiith him, and he may perceive this as smothering."
Gerald nodded, sipping more. "Secret is safe with me." Clyde walked back and took a chair between them.
"I can't imagine you had any stuff saved from the fire," Clyde said, "so why don't we go get you some clothes and some basic necessities?"
"Well, I'm a college student, so I can't go too crazy," he said, looking away.
"Eh, like I said, the government pays for me," Matt piped up. "So if I go with you, I can put it on the government card. I save them tons of money anyway." Gerald beamed and thanked him, and the three of them casually took a sip, but Gerald took notice that Matt's eyes suddenly dilated and were fixed: Clyde turned to see something behind Gerald, and Gerald inconspicuously did the same. A beautiful woman with large breasts was sauntering down the sidewalk toward them, and Gerald turned back around, quickly rationalizing to himself if they asked why he wasn't staring at the woman, he'd say he didn't want to draw attention.
Clyde turned red and turned to face the cafe nonchalantly, but Matt's face was getting redder and redder, even as the woman walked by, not noticing the men staring. The tears on his biceps were increasing in length, and rips formed around his neck at the top of his chest and at his traps. He set his coffee down and leaned in to Clyde, whispering, "I've got to go."
Clyde nodded calmly, and his dad quickly got up from his chair, revealing to Gerald what the problem might be: in his jeans, a squirrel seemed to be loose. He quickly turned and literally leapt into the air, using his powerful hamstrings, to jump over the street of cars passing by, and continued to run out of sight.
Gerald turned to Clyde. "What was that all about?"
"You know how you heard my dad had to masterbate every now and then? It's true - every week he has to go down to the bunker underneath the Closet, because when he gets...excited...he can't control his growth."
His experiences today had him more than primed to have his own masterbation session later, and a pretty great one, but that made him hard. "Wow. Okay. We should finish up and wait for him at your place. How long does he usually take?"
Clyde shrugged. "That was a hot woman, so I imagine not long today."
Gerald told Clyde he needed a shower, which was true - he had ashes everywhere and smelled of smoke, but he jerked off and had a marvelous ten minutes in the shower, hoping his heavy breathing couldn't be heard. He got out and dressed in some of the Giant's tiniest clothes that were still tents on him (Clyde was a foot shorter, so his would not work), and walking downstairs, he saw the door open just in time.
Matt was again only in shorts, and was double the size of the doorway. He laid down on his side and inched himself inside, first one big arm, then sliding some chest in, then carefully maneuvering his big shoulder down through the door, and pushed himself in with his feet, only slightly getting stuck when his great ass hit the doorframe. Now inside, Gerald could not close his mouth in awe as the Giant stood up to about twelve feet tall, full of sweat and panting. His chest rose up and down, up and down, and he tried but failed to wipe his great forearm across his face, but it looked like he'd just gotten out of a pool.
Clyde strode up with a very large towel and produced it to his dad, who breathed a thank you, and began wiping himself off. Clyde leaned in to Gerald, "Sorry about this. It takes a while for Dad to decompress after masterbating." Suddenly Gerald needed another shower.
Matt looked down at them and smiled apologetically. "Have a seat, boys. I'm coming down from it, and we can leave in about an hour after I shower." They proceeded into the living room, and Gerald looked at the Giant with what he hoped was concern and not lust.
"Sorry, we don't really have guests, except for when Clyde's grandparents visit," Matt said, standing and continuing to wipe himself down. "I hope you don't mind, but I tend to basically just wear this around the house - my muscles feel uncomfortably tight against clothes, and always seem to want to grow out of them."
"No worries, Matt. If I was as big as you, I'd be shirtless all the time too."
Matt laughed. "Are you into fitness? I've never touched a weight in my life - I know, surprise! - but Clyde wanted to start liftiing and asked me to be his partner. I, uh, tried, and when I spotted him, I ended up just bearing all the load so he didn't accomplish anything. And I tried loading up the bench press with all the weight I could find, added resistance bands and had Clyde and another guy sit on the bar, but it was still too light. Guess these are strong enough, huh?" And with that, Gerald could have died happy as Matt raised his arm and flexed his bicep, turning his wrist in, and then out, as if walking like an Egyptian. It was well bigger than any watermelon.
"I'll go, sure, but you should still come...I'm pretty weak myself, and we might need a spotter," Gerald said hopefully. "Just try lifting it up when our faces turn purple."
About an hour later, Matt had calmed down and shrunk back to his original size, and they were at a clothing store. As Gerald shopped, Matt did as well, as he tended to need to hulk out of clothes unexpectedly a lot.
He stepped out of the dressing room, and Gerald dropped all of the things he was about to walk in the dressing room with to marvel at Matt. He literally had to walk penguin-style because the shirt he was trying on was a thin fabric, and it looked like if he breathed the whole thing would burst apart like a balloon. It featured every striation in his pecs, stretching out the words, "If you can read this, you're standing too close", his arms were held out revealing lats that Gerald could see were in fact splitting the t-shirt at the seams but Matt didn't seem to notice, and his every abdominal muscle protruded proudly around his tight torso.
"I think it's too small," Gerald giggled, and Matt nodded. "Why do they say it's 3XL when they clearly don't mean it?" As he turned around, his arms held out banged against the doorframe, and Gerald admired the great wall of white fabric showing a beautiful wall of back taking up the doorway.
They paid for their purchases, and walking outside, they heard a woman shriek. Matt instantly dropped his bags and got in a stance as he searched for the woman in trouble. Fortunately, she was running to him, but had a smile on her face.
"Mr. Hahn!" she squealed. "It is so good to see you. I am Rebecca White, morning newscaster on local channel 4, how are you this morning?" She extended a hand, and Matt's face fell, but he maintained a polite smile, enveloping her hand with his and gently shaking it.
"I'm, uh, fine, how about you?" he said nervously, knowing what was coming.
"I'm grateful to run into you, that's for sure! We reported your act of heroism this morning with the burning building on our morning show, and my boss wanted me to get in contact with you to see if you'd appear on our show tomorrow morning?"
Matt sighed, and he nodded. "I meant to do a broadcast to kind of introduce myself to the city anyway. What time should I be there?"
"Our morning show unfortunately records rather early - could you be there around 4 am?"
He nodded again and she squeaked. "Thank you so much, Mr. Hahn. And can I ask a personal favor? I'm a huge fan of yours, so can I take a picture with you?" He said yes, and she quickly got out her phone and shoved it at Gerald, getting next to Matt. She was a little taller than Clyde herself, and about his size, so she looked comically childlike and tiny next to such a big bodybuilder. He wrapped his arm around her neck gently, and flexed his other arm's bicep - yep, definitely bigger than her head.
Gerald could feel jealousy overtaking him, and he thought for a moment to pretend to take the picture, but he did it anyway. As he said he was done, the reporter turned to Matt and asked, "If it's not too much trouble, could you also maybe lift me up on your shoulder?"
Wow, this hussy is brave, Gerald thought. Matt always was a crowd pleaser though, so he knelt on the ground, indicating his massive back and muscled shoulders to the woman, and she hopped on his shoulder like a parrot as he stood up. Her legs dangled out in front of his protruding pecs, and Gerald wondered if his big bicep felt good under her butt. They smiled, Gerald took the picture, and she dismounted.
"Thank you thank you thank you," she kept repeating, wrenching her phone away from Gerald. "I'll call you later to confirm! I hope you have a great day!" And she ran back to her car in heels, almost leaping for joy. Matt turned back to his son and Gerald and said, "Ugh. Reporters."
Gerald took Matt's bags for him, so he could load them into the trunk as Matt sidled his bulk into the driver's seat. His pecs are too big to grip the steering wheel straight, he noted as he got in the car. On the way home, he allowed himself to have an erection as he solidified the images of manliness he'd just witnessed in his mind.

I finally found the route I wanted to take with this story, but this part is slow, so be patient. I hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 2: "Origins"
A man in his forties with a greying beard and wide glasses stepped out into the waiting room, and only had to glance around for a moment to find his next patient.
"Mr. Hahn?" he called, looking directly at the man barely fitting the chair reading a magazine, and he noted that the man's bicep was larger than the girl's head two seats down from him.
The man looked up and casually tossed the magazine back into the pile on the coffee table, then wiggled out of the chair, standing up. He was at least a foot taller than anyone in the room, wearing a polo shirt with buttons open due to his profound chest. He walked over to the therapist and extended his powerful arm, which the therapist professionally shook.
"Come right in, and have a seat," the therapist said, and he closed the door as Matt did so, making the couch creak. Taking a seat himself, he began.
"My name is Dr. Wright. What brings you in today, Mr. Hahn?"
"You can call me Matt," the big man said politely, and the therapist was soothed by his friendly disposition. "My son and I are mandated to have monthly therapist sessions, separately - him, so that they can indicate if I'd been harming him, and me for warning signs of violent behavior."
The therapist nodded. "Oh, yes, I read that in your file. So this is a preliminary session, as you just moved here with your son. I'd like to take some time to get to know you, if that's alright?" Matt shrugged, nodding. "Okay. I have read and seen much of your work, and may I say, I am a fan, but it helps me to help you if you tell me about yourself in your own words."
Matt adjusted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "Um, so I guess you know a lot about me and my history - the media doesn't seem to cover much else."
"What I know is sitting in front of me is a man who can grow to giant size," Dr. Wright said, staring directly at Matt's eyes. "And your acts of heroism tell me much about you, but I must ignore all of that to an extent so that I can understand your mind better. Why don't you start with how all of this began?"
Matt nodded. "That seems like a good place." He began reciting the story that he'd told so often before.
On my eighteenth birthday, I looked like I might be turning eleven at best. My family is on the shorter end of the spectrum, and I was no different. People would ask all the time if legally I was a dwarf. At five foot even, and struggling to stay at a hundred pounds, I didn't quite meet the criteria, however for a man now legally of age, I wasn't much to look at.
But it didn't matter to my best friend since kindergarden: Erika. When we were sixteen, we'd decided that friendship wasn't enough anymore, and we started dating. Our dating was mellow compared to the other kids who were getting pregnant and having parties - we got to first and second base, sure, but we enjoyed each others' company so much that hanging out was all we needed.
Back to my eighteenth birthday, Erika knew as a teenage boy, although I was patient and respectful, I would want to have relations with her sometime soon, so she set up a day full of fun, culminating in a night we thought would be fun. We went paintballing with our friends, went out to eat, and eventually made our way back to her place, as her parents were working late that night and her brother was probably off getting high.
Up in her bedroom, she closed her door and locked it, looking at me romantically, and I knew what she expected. She underlined it by saying, "Shirt off, pants off" - she always had the best sense of humor. I did so, revealing something resembling a white picket fence - pasty white skin with not an ounce of fat anywhere, my ribs clearly visible. She tried to take off her blouse seductively but failed, getting caught, and after I helped her with it, struggling because she had several inches on me, our laughter kind of ruined the mood for a while.
We laid in her bed as we'd done many time before, but this time we were naked under the covers, not sure of how to proceed. I initiated it - I kissed her, got on top of her, and suddenly it was natural. We broke out a condom when we knew it was going to go all the way, and because I was unlike other teenage boys and had never masterbated, when we finished, I felt my first surge of bliss as I rolled over next to her, and we panted.
We kissed a little more, reaffirming our dedication to one another, and she got up to use the bathroom. I laid there, feeling happier than I ever had, and I thought what I was feeling was normal, like I was ascending to the heavens. With my eyes closed, taking in the experience, I didn't know why she shrieked when she walked back in. I opened my eyes, a little confused, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw bulges in my body I'd never seen before: my chest and my outstretched arm had both, in the few minutes Erika was away, gained significant muscle mass. Not just toned, but BIG.
I sat up, and noticed that my whole body was now taking up her entire queen size bed, and I was still growing. I clasped my chest, feeling it up to see if this was real, and in fact, my hand was met with such a volume of muscle mass that I could feel expanding bigger, as if I were taking a deep breath, but I was actually hyperventilating at the terror of what was happening. I looked back at Erika, who was frozen in place, and I remember thinking, "It's because of me that she's frightened. I have to leave." I stood up, and by now I'd grown so big that my head touched the ceiling, and although I was nude, I turned to leave her door, kneeling to get out.
My back was now several times wider than the door frame, so I had to turn sideways and shrimp my way out of her door, except now my chest had grown so large that it, too, was getting caught on the door frame, and I tried inching out without destroying the door (which I did), but I was stuck. Suddenly, with my head in her hallway and my torso sideways and stuck in her bedroom doorframe, I heard intense laughter from inside. I thought Erika must be hysterical, and it was my fault, but she patted my calf (my foot now on her room's other wall, so my legs were taking up most of the room), and fought to contain herself.
"You look ridiculous. I'm guessing from the look on your face, you had no idea this would happen either," she said calmly, but still fighting giggles.
"No, I swear!" I said, still panicking. I felt the doorframe cracking as I was still slowly growing.
"Did you notice that you grew faster when you stood up and started hurrying out of the room? Matt, you need to calm down, and maybe this will slow down, or even stop." With that, she was right behind me at the doorway, caressing my massive back. Suddenly all the world stopped, and with a deep breath that caused my chest to make rather sizeable cracks in the doorframe and walls surrounding, my growth ceased, and then I began shrinking. My chest, now wiith the door not pressing into it, felt tender and I began rubbing it when I shrank enough to pull a hand free. I shrank down to the size you see before you, which is the smallest I've been since this incident occurred, and Erika straddled me, both of us still fully nude.
"There, you see? Chillax, man." She smiled, and for the first time in what seemed like hours, so did I, looking at her over my expansive chest as I laid there. Always a logical person, she then said, "If you're done destroying my house, I think next we need to get you some clothes. And..." She looked at the walls surrounding the door, seeing cracks everywhere. "...maybe a quick trip to the hardware store before my parents get home might not be a bad idea."
She got off me, quickly threw on some clothes as I sat there awkwardly watching, and then rubbed my head momentarily as she crossed out of her room, telling me to wait. She returned a minute later with some sweat pants. Her brother's.
I looked them over, and looked down at my new legs. Her brother was very tall indeed, her whole family was, but he was a beanpole, as I had been moments ago. She snapped, "Just try it, trust me." I gave her a doubtful look, but slipped them on. Extremely snug, like every crevice of every muscle was full of the pants material, and it was giving my new bubble butt a wedgie, but it would do for the moment.
I stood up, and held my hands out for her to examine. She was fighting her giggles again. "I'm going to stick with ridiculous, but I've got to say - whatever just happened to you makes you look bigger than those competitive bodybuilders."
"Really?" I asked, noticing my much deeper voice for the first time, and I slyly spoke up to hear it more. "So you like my muscles then?" I stretched out my arm and suddenly I knew what it was like to flex a bicep, to make it grow, just by curling it in, and it felt amazing. I threw out the other arm, saying "What about two?" and flexed that one as well, loving the sensation.
"Oooh, can you make your pecs dance?" she asked excitedly. I dropped my arms, raising an eyebrow. "I, uh, don't know. Never had any muscle there before, so..." I concentrated hard on each chest muscle, but it seemed it was unnecessary - I thought to make them jump, and they did. After a few seconds of simply making my pecs go up and down, I gained more control by doing one after the other, slower, faster, and rhythmic. Erika clapped, and said, "Well, big man, congrats on the new body, but we have work to do."
As we walked downstairs, I had to adjust many things about simply MOVING. First, at my smallest size, I still could not exit Erika's door normally, but this time walking sideways, my chest cleared the door. My arms hung now away from my body to accomodate wing-like lats, and I felt like a douchebag having to move around with a bit of a swagger, but there was no other way to move my big body around. And my legs had more going on, as well: first of all, I hadn't really noticed, but my tiny garden snake had grown into quite the anaconda, and it was pressed into the sweats and my big thigh, which rubbed against my other thigh slightly, so I had to adjust my walk - and even more to accomodate the height I wasn't used to. I was learning how to walk again, even grabbing her wall for balance because it was so new.
It was such an ordeal for me to get downstairs that I looked more like a cripple than I did a strapping young man, but we made it out the door, and my bare torso knew it was winter as my nipples hardened. Erika noticed this, and not bothering to contain her giggling anymore went back inside for a blanket or something so I didn't freeze on the way to buy clothes. As she went inside, dread filled my cold chest as I saw headlights attached to her parents' car coming.
"Erika!" I yelled as they turned in the driveway, obviously noticing me as they'd sped up and were ripping off their seat belts. Erika rushed out as her parents got out, and her dad, a cop, pulled out a gun, aimed at me.
"Get away from my daughter! Now!" he yelled authoritatively, as Erika's mom strategically placed herself beside her husband, ready to move in and attack if need be.
"I -- Mr. Masterson, it's Matt --" I stumbled, holding up my hands.
"Get...away...from...her..." he said, anger fueling him, and I stepped away slowly, but Erika rushed forward. "Dad!" she yelled, now in front of the gun, which he quickly aimed away. "It is Matt. We don't know what happened."
Mr. Masterson looked from his daughter to the bodybuilder, and looked closer at my face. It had meat to it, and had a strong chiseled jaw, but it was unmistakeably the Matt Hahn he'd known since he was a child. He clicked the safety on his gun and put it down, but warily watched me cowering beside the dead tree in their lawn, and still freezing with my naked torso.
Mrs. Masterson also quickly evaluated me, and said calmly, "Let's get inside. Matt's going to catch a cold like that."
Erika went first, and then her mom hugged my arm and tugged me in after her, and her dad, rightfully suspicious, brought up the rear, gun in hand. He shut the door and we all proceeded into the living room, where Mrs. Masterson started a fire in the fireplace, and Erika brought me hot tea while her dad stared at me.
All sitting down, we waited for each other to speak. Erika decided she would. "We had sex -- for the first time," she said, quickly ripping off the band-aid. "It's his eighteenth birthday today, and I'm already eighteen. I wanted it to be special for him. But when we were done, he was just laying there and he began growing. And..." she looked sympathetically at me, and I bowed my head in shame. "...he didn't stop. He couldn't control it. He tried running out of my room, but he literally grew to inhuman proportions, and got stuck in my door. When he calmed down, we borrowed some of Terry's pants, and we were about to go get some new clothes when you showed up."
Her parents both took deep breaths, and I knew this would be a long night. "Let's start with the sex," Mrs. Masterson said. "We aren't mad..." she looked to her husband for confirmation, and he reluctantly nodded. "We've known Matt for a very long time, and we know this was out of love. It was going to happen eventually."
I breathed my first breath of relief, but then she went on. "Now, as for the growth. Matt, is there something you're not telling us? Are you a superhero or were you exposed to any toxic chemicals?" Her smile told me she was half-joking, but I responded, "Not to my knowledge. I never went paintballing before, so maybe paint gave me an allergic reaction?"
This eased the tension a little, as even Mr. Masterson laughed. He said, "I don't think so, kid. So, if by inhuman proportions, you mean we have a barely eighteen year-old Mr. Olympia sitting on our couch --"
Erika shook her head. "No...he must have been ten feet tall? Maybe more."
Mr. Masterson nodded and looked at me. "Can you do it again, or was it a one-time thing?"
My eyes widened in surprise. "I...this only happened about twenty minutes ago. I barely knew how to walk at this size. Haven't had time to really try anything yet."
Mr. Masterson stood up and grabbed behind me (where I cringed in fear), and held out the couch blanket. "I just want to know what we're dealing with here. Go into the kitchen and take off your pants, and try to grow. Wrap the blanket around yourself if you can, and show us." I stood up, a head taller than Erika's dad, feeling odd about feeling more powerful than a man I was deeply afraid of, took the blanket, and walked into the kitchen.
They waited silently, and I did as instructed. I didn't know how to make it happen again, except for maybe...masterbating, since sex seemed to trigger this, but that was far too awkward, so I just concentrated. Nothing happened until I remembered the feeling of happiness of being next to Erika, and I started to grow. When my head hit the even taller kitchen ceiling, I wrapped the blanket, which by now barely went around my waist, and crouched down, stumbling into the living room. They looked at me, and Erika's parents gasped in realization that we'd been telling the truth.
"Er...come down, son, we've seen enough," Mr. Masterson said, and I concentrated on shrinking. Again, I only shrank down to the height I am now, but it worked. Mr. Masterson motioned for me to sit, and keeping the blanket around me, I did so.
He swallowed. "Okay. I don't even know how to proceed with this."
Mrs. Masterson took over. "Do you feel alright, Matt?"
I nodded. "Apart from readjusting to a new body, I don't feel any different."
"There's one other thing I have to know, Matt," Erika's dad said suddenly. "How strong are you? Yes, I know, you haven't tried yet, but let's try now. Try the couch." Erika and I slowly got up, and with one hand still clutching the blanket on me, I put the other under the couch. I lifted it on its hindlegs with ease, and Erika grabbed the blanket to hold around me helpfully.
Using both hands now, I raised the couch up and over my head, arms fully outstretched, and pressed it a few times before letting it back down. We sat down and waited.
Mr. Masterson simply nodded. He rubbed his temples and took several deep breaths, then looked back at us. "Right now, you are the strongest and biggest man to have ever lived, and by a wide margin. As such, I don't think anybody can tell you what to do, but I do have some requests." I nodded hurriedly, trying to show him that I was still human.
"First, when you come over, I'd like it if you two were in the common areas of the house. I...I feel uncomfortable with you two alone," he said, obviously his pride hurting. "Second, while we won't sell you out to any government agencies to be a test subject, we should look more into how this happened. I have a friend that's a doctor, and he's trustworthy, so if you'll consent to some tests, we can have him here in the morning." I nodded again.
"Third, we know your body has changed, but what if your mind does as well? Clearly, I am speaking to the same Matt I know, but either this power of yours could come with a side effect of rage, or some sort of personality change, or because of this change, it could go to your head, and we'd have a problem. So I ask that you stay as much Matt Hahn as you can, and to be as open with us as possible." I nodded once more.
"And lastly...the words teenagers never want to hear, but inevitably do...I'm going to call your parents." My eyes widened, but I knew they would find out eventually anyway when their tiny son was replaced with a huge man. Mr. Masterson looked at me for a moment, I think with sympathy, and got up to call my parents. Mrs. Masterson got up as well and said, "You guys must be hungry. I'll be right back with some food." I glanced over in the direction that Mr. Masterson had walked, and noticing this, she said, "I know he just said we kind of wanted to watch you, but he's right - there's not much we can do about your powers if you decided to use them anyway, and also, at least for right now, I still implicitly trust you. You'll be fine." With that, she walked away, and we were alone again.
"I'm sorry..." I began.
"Shut up," Erika snapped. "Did you wish this upon yourself? Not to my knowledge. This will all work out fine."
"Afterwards, my parents came, and we had the same talk with the same demonstration, and they were equally in awe and understanding about it," Matt said to the therapist, who was scribbling notes and very into the story.
"Why do you think you reacted the way you did?" Dr. Wright asked. "You were given superhuman strength and size, and by your own words, you cowered away from Erika's father, when you could have easily overpowered him."
Matt thought for a moment. "I loved Erika, and I love my now-in-laws. Dad - well, Mr. Masterson, I guess, in this part of the story - was right to be afraid that my mental state would change, but my body changed significantly, and nothing else. All I wanted was to be with Erika and continue living our lives."
Dr. Wright nodded. "Admirable. That story tells me all I really need to know about if you'll turn violent or not. In your first moments of being the Giant, you were frightened - you didn't outgrow Erika's house and crush her and her family, you didn't go on a rampage. When your son was born, it looked like you might, but even then, you grew to prove a point, and the worst damage that came from it was some fields outside of town had very large footprints. We will, of course, continue to meet as per government command, but you have already suffered that initial moment of shock, losing your wife, and possibly losing your son in the same day, and still you sit there peacefully, years later."

1st answer: Sorry, that one's a mystery :-D
2nd answer: The second chapter was a fan story written by Gerald. He imagines that The Giant is gay and wants to be worshipped. Which brings me to...
3rd answer: I'm glad it was obvious. I have plans for Gerald and The Giant.

Chapter 1: "The Rescue"
"The Rescue" The moment Gerald got to his apartment, he shut his bedroom door and turned on his computer, logging into a website dedicated to The Giant, where many stories were posted as well as photos and sightings of him. He had decided against posting that he'd just been in the palm of The Giant, figuring nobody would believe him anyway, and instead opened a word document which he entitled "The Rescue", and he got to work writing.
After The Giant had saved the city from Hurricane Martha using his wide lats as a shield against its wind and rain, he had decided to stay a few more days in the city for a vacation. He went to the beach every day, where he had grew daily to about seven feet tall - big enough to not be dwarfed by any other bodybuilder, as if he could be anyway, and yet small enough to not cause a panic.
He wore the tightest of speedos , which might as well have become a thong on him, as his bouncy glutes were straining against the fabric, pushing it to its limits anyway. He liked to stroll on the boardwalk, his shoulders higher than everyone's heads so they'd have to look up at his magnificence, and his great arms swinging in a strut, knowing he owned the place. Men would envy his size, wishing to be even half as huge as he was, and women would look away from their handsome boyfriends inconspicuously to get a glimpse of him passing by, and The Giant knew that evening when they had sex, the women would get the best sex of their lives thinking about him.
Once in a while, there would be a kid pointing up at him whom he'd almost step on, but instead he would crouch down as low as he possibly could, which was still considerably taller and many times bigger than them, and flex a bicep that, for some of them, was larger than their torsos. He'd then stand up to full height and pull a front double bicep pose, overshadowing the child and their parents, and say, "If you eat your fruits and vegetables, like your parents tell you to, you will also grow up big and strong."
When he tired of the boardwalk, he would go out on the sand and pull faces in his direction in much the same way. He found a space with just enough room for him to sit down in the sand, and noticed people trying to cover up the fact they were either staring or "innocently making their way over closer". He didn't mind, and in fact he'd bought sun tan lotion for just such an occasion.
He popped open the bottle, and squeezed lotion into his great hand, and began around his neck, and slowly descended around every fiber of his biceps, triceps, and forearms, making him glisten. When he got to his pecs, he saw men were very obviously staring, so he raised his chin in a mock orgasm face as he caressed each giant pec slowly and concentrically around each nipple, also being sure to apply some lotion in between his pecs and squeezing them together a few times before rubbing it in. He bounced his pecs to make sure all of the liquid had gone in, and when satisfied, moved down to his eight-pack, lining every core muscle with some lotion. Getting down to his quads, he spread them butterfly style and rocked forward and back with his upper body slowly as he applied lotion, down to his knees, and all the way back up to his great bulge. He flexed his calves as he got down further, and then sighed when finished, saying to himself loudly, "How to get my back...hmmm...."
He tried not to notice faces being turned and people hesitantly coming over to him, but the winner of his little contest was a mouse of a man, only about five feet tall and no more than a hundred and twenty pounds, who squeaked at The Giant, "Hey, sir, I overheard you might have need some help putting lotion on your back, and I thought I might offer my help." The Giant smiled at the man, who was almost face-to-face with him while he was sitting, but The Giant found it unacceptable that he'd have to look up at anything, so he nonchalantly grew slowly and said, "Sure. Be sure to get all of it, okay?"
And as the man walked around The Giant excitedly with the lotion, The Giant accelerated his growth, and hoped his speedo would stay together, so that by the time the man got around, not only was The Giant as tall as the man while sitting, the man was staring up at the nape of the neck, seeing every muscle like a rock climbing wall. The man applied a healthy amount of lotion in the mid-back, not daring to go low just yet, and after rubbing for a moment said, "Wow, I'm going to need a paint roller to get all of this wall of back!"
The Giant smiled, knowing this would turn on the man for years to come and said, "Yeah, you know, I would do it myself, but my biceps are so damn big, I can't reach all the way behind me." He felt the man pause for a second, possibly creaming his swimming trunks, and he heard him giggle as he continued. He also paused when getting closer to The Giant's butt, but he felt no resistance, and he stayed down there longer than he probably needed to. Then he stood up and looked up at the back, but reaching up higher, he noticed he now couldn't even reach The Giant's shoulder blades, as The Giant had grown even more. He cleared his throat and asked, "Sir, the top of your back is so tall --" and then thinking he would lose the gig to a taller man added, "but if I can climb on, I can get it."
The Giant agreed, but he shifted his bulk unexpectedly, and turned over, crouched on all fours, to look at the smaller man, who quickly stepped aside for The Giant to plop his upper body down in the sand, exposing his whole back. The man gulped, and seeing that The Giant's arms were positioned so that his head was propped up from the sand, he went toward the back sideways, taking note that his massive pecs were propping him up at an angle, and so he could still only get just the deltoids. If he was going to get the middle back, he'd have to climb on, which he figured he already had permission for, so he clamored on, and in the very middle, got the rest of The Giant's back slowly, drinking in every moment for he knew it was about to end.
"I'm all done, sir," the man said, disappointed. The Giant replied, "Thank you so much..."
"...Kevin, sir."
" -- Kevin. Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you since you helped me?"
"Well..."
"Go ahead, Kevin. Sounds like you have a wish I might be able to grant."
Kevin twiddled his thumbs nervously and said, "Well, it's just that - you're my idol, so if it's not too much bother, can I hang out with you for a while?"
The Giant chuckled, causing Kevin to lose balance, still on his back. "What a simple request. I just meant to give these big muscles some sun, and maybe go swim a little today, but why not with a friend?" Delighted, Kevin slid off The Giant's back, and he turned over on his side to look at Kevin, smiling. He took note of Kevin's raging hard-on and said, "How about we go on a little adventure together and get a sno-cone?" Kevin nodded vigorously, and as The Giant was getting up, the speedo could contain it no more, and it seemed to self-destruct in ripping in all places, exposing The Giant's cock that fell to the ground with a THUNK. He pretended to be embarrassed as he sat up, but he shrank back down to seven feet tall or so and grabbed a nearby beach towel he hadn't seen anyone use in a while, wrapping it around his hips and tying it. Standing at full height, Kevin was almost motorboating the great pecs, but he had to catch his breath and take a step back saying, "Wh-where shall we go?"
"Oh, I know a good place," The Giant said, smiling, but stopped when he heard shouting across the beach. People were pointing, and some were running toward him, calling for help, and he saw there were sharks in the water close to the shore that people were swimming away from, but one man was treading water in the middle of the circle they were making around him. Forgetting all about Kevin, he sprinted to the ocean, the towel coming off easily so his dick went every which way as he ran, and he didn't care about trampling umbrellas, and people made way for him.
He charged into the water, growing as he did so, and half-swam, half-walked to the sharks, whose fins indicated they noticed him. He was about fifty feet out from shore now, and only his head was above water, which he dunked underneath to look at the sharks. They came at him, all three of them, and he decided it was time for more size.
The watchers on the beach in the next few moments saw a huge dislocation of water as an impossibly large muscular back rose out from the surface, growing just enough so that his dick was hidden under the water. He looked down at the sharks, who had by then taken the hint, and tried swimming away, but he grabbed all three in one scoop, well away from the man below, and looked at the fish out of water in his palm triumphantly.
"I KNOW YOU WERE LOOKING FOR LUNCH, BUT MAYBE I'VE FOUND MINE," he said as they wriggled around. Instead, he closed his fingers around his palm, and took his arm back like a baseball pitcher, and threw them so fast and so far wounds opened from impact of air molecules, but nobody even saw a splash from where they landed.
He looked down at the tiny man, who incidentally, was treading water just above his erect penis. Knowing that the waters from shore couldn't see this part, The Giant grew just enough for the erect penis to lift out of the water, and the tiny man spread out on it was safe. He felt his surroundings, and kissed it, possibly thinking it was the shore, and looked up at The Giant, but could see only pecs blocking his face from his perspective at the base of the log-like shaft. The Giant reached down and plucked the man hugging his penis off, and felt him squirm in between his thumb and index finger as he brought him up and around his massive chest to his face, where he looked concerned.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" The Giant asked, his voice loud and deafening so the man had to cover his ears. "Yes, thank you, sir!" The Giant nodded, and tried to get his erect penis to calm down enough for him to turn around and stomp his way back to shore. When only his feet were still underwater, he was still tall enough and big enough for him to block the sun of most of the beach, so people looked up at him and cheered, and he casually took up his arm and flexed his bicep with his fist out, pumping it up and down. He then let the man down on the beach, where his legs were too weak from the ordeal to hold him, but people rushed to his aid, and the shade disappeared little by little as The Giant returned to his seven feet tall comfortable height.
He strutted up to the man, who was being looked at by the lifeguard, and said, "I'll check in on you once I get a sno-cone, but I think you'll be okay." And with that, he made his way over to Kevin, who that night and for many to come wouldn't need any further stimulation than that amazing spectacle he witnessed firsthand.
As Gerald wrapped up the story and posted it on the website for all to read, he quickly got his jeans off and it didn't take him long to blow a load, already thinking this was the best day of his life.

No, but I hope to. In fact, I wrote the next part of this story because I was so excited to have finally written down the first part. It's radically different from the first, but I hoped I'd please more people with it, and it furthers my overall story.

Hey guys, this story has been in my head for a while, and I thought I'd finally write it down. To be honest, the finished product isn't what I wanted it to be, but I sincerely would welcome your critiques, because I hope to write more chapters.
Prologue: The Closet
"Don't tell me you've never heard of The Giant before?" Jake asked his girlfriend. She shrugged, and Jake threw his arms up, as if giving up. Clyde sipped his water quietly, but Gerald would have none of it. He took out his phone and got onto Youtube immediately, searching for "King Matt", which in its heyday was the most watched video on Youtube.
"Here, watch this," he said, offering Gina his phone. The boys had all seen this several times before, but nonetheless, they leaned in to watch.
This seemed to be the shorter version of the whole video, but it opened with the picture shaking terribly, as the holder of the video camera was terrified at the sight of a naked bodybuilder's likeness growing and filling the night sky, up past the tallest building, and then double its height. Lights shown up from helicopters and skylights from buildings to reveal the most massive and perfect muscles and a square=jawed man with a five o'clock shadow, looking very tired. The giant man looked down at the city, seeming to be taking in his new surroundings, and the video maker behind the camera babbled, "It looks like he's on the edge of town...is he coming this way?"
The giant man's eyes locked on the fighter jets heading his way, but he was impossibly big; he had to be at least a thousand feet tall, if not more, so when they reached his enormous pecs to fire, they saw that their bullets had no effect at all. They scattered, and the giant simply stood there, and crossed his mighty arms across his chest, puffing it out all the more and looking even more intimidating, but didn't even budge his legs. The video caught sight of tanks rolling toward the giant, and minutes later, there were loud explosions and some evidence of light coming from them, aimed at the giant's legs, but still he remained motionless.
About fifteen minutes into the video, the giant cleared his throat, and it was perfectly heard throughout the city. "YOU CAN SEE THAT NOTHING CAN STOP ME," he stated matter-of-factly. "THE MOST I FELT WAS ITCHY WITH ALL THOSE TINY BULLETS REFLECTING OFF MY CHEST. I DEMAND AN AUDIENCE WITH THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. IF HE IS NOT PRESENTED SOON, I WILL GET HIM MYSELF." A sudden hush fell through the city, and minutes more of the giant standing his ground finally ended with him turning his torso toward the tallest building, but not approaching it.
"MR. PRESIDENT, I AM SORRY IT HAS COME TO THIS," he started, obviously now speaking with him. "I KNOW IT IS HARD FOR YOU TO ACCEPT THAT ONE OF YOUR CITIZENS HAS MORE POWER THAN YOU EVER WILL, BUT I WANT TO OFFER AN OLIVE BRANCH, SO TO SPEAK. ALL I WANT IS MY SON BACK, AND FOR YOU TO LEAVE US ALONE. NO COMING AFTER HIM FOR RANSOM, NO COMING AFTER ME FOR EXPERIMENTING. IN EXCHANGE, I WILL USE MY POWER IN WHATEVER FASHION YOU NEED, EXCEPT MILITARILY."
He looked down at his feet, his eyes beginning to well up with tears, and the videographer breathed easier, thinking this man was actually human and harmless. "I DO NOT WANT TO HURT ANYONE OR ANYTHING, BUT IF I DON'T HAVE MY SON, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO LOSE."
The President was clearly using a microphone to communicate with the giant, but still he had to lean in closer and cup his ear.
"YES, I WILL SHRINK DOWN AND MEET WITH YOU. I WILL NOT BE UNDER ARREST, AND I WILL HAVE MY SON IN MY ARMS, HOWEVER, UNLESS YOU WANT THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN."
The video ended, and Gerald put his phone away. Jake turned to Gina and said, "See? And now, eighteen years later, his son decided to come here for college, and he came along. That's what all the notices around the city are for - telling people what to do when he does construction, or a rescue mission, or something like that."
Gina thought for a moment, then said, "I guess I have heard of him, but I don't see the big deal. That video shows that he doesn't want to hurt anyone."
"At any moment, he could crack," piped up Gerald. "And suddenly he'd stomp you flat, and you'd never have seen it coming. I hear he's responsible for killing his wife."
"No, she just had complications when giving birth to their son," Clyde said quickly. "When they had sex for the first time when they were eighteen, he was just a normal guy who looked like you or me, but I guess that was the tipping point, telling his genes to modify his body into his now-normal size, a six-foot-four bodybuilder. Contrary to myth, he pulled out before growing inside her and tearing her vagina."
Everyone stared blankly, and Clyde shrugged, sipping more water. "I know a lot about The Giant." Gina finally broke the silence with, "So he can grow anytime he wants? Isn't that kind of obscene? Or do his clothes grow with him?"
"He hulks out if he's got clothes on, and there are videos of that too," Gerald said. "But when he and his son lived in DC, they had a warehouse they nicknamed 'The Closet' that housed his uniform, so to speak, when he grew to various sizes. If he's a hundred feet tall or shorter doing a job, they have jeans and a t-shirt for him, but anything larger, they just have various sizes of shorts for when he grows, because it's too expensive for anything else." He leaned over across the table and asked Jake, "I wonder if there's a new Closet here in town?"
"There's gotta be," Jake replied. "On the roof back in DC, they had something LIKE a bat signal from Batman, along with an air raid siren, both to alert him to danger and to tell the public that if they don't want to see something obscene, they need to turn away for the time being. There has to be one here too."
"I know where it is," Clyde said, and instantly regretted it, as everyone turned to him and asked, "Where?" as if it was the most important thing to know. "It's, uh, a little bit outside of the city. So he can grow without crushing anything, you know."
Jake reached in his pocket and flung his keys on the table at Clyde. "You drive. I've had too many anyway. Let's go see." Clyde scratched his ear nervously, grabbed the keys, and as everyone was getting up, he said, "There's military posted there 24/7. We can't get in."
"But we can get close. Come on!" Jake said, putting Gina's coat on for her. They walked out together, and Clyde checked his phone and sighed in relief. He'd gotten the text message he'd been waiting for all day about an hour ago. Now he could go have fun.
While driving, they were still obsessed with chatting about The Giant.
"Wikipedia says his son's name is Clyde - hey, Clyde, are you his son?" Gerald was literally holding his breath for a response, and the other two gasped, wide-eyed. Clyde shrugged as he drove and said, "My last name is Masterson, not Hahn." With that, all of them stopped staring at him, reassured.
"The biggest The Giant's ever gotten was two thousand feet tall," Gerald said, still looking up facts on his phone. "He had gone searching for a lost Brititsh ship in the ocean, and when he saw it was on its side, he grew to turn it upright." Jake whistled in admiration. "What a beast," he said.
"That's admirable," Gina stated, and Jake excitedly added, "He does stuff like that all the time. His treaty with the government was that they'd pay for whatever him and his son need, and in exchange, he's been working his butt off for the country. He's flown off everywhere, for construction, demolition, rescues, military training --"
"-- and one porno," Gerald interrupted. Clyde stopped the car faster than he expected to at the stop sign, but Gina ignored it, and asked, "A PORNO? Gross."
"It was a movie about a giant," Clyde said, driving on. Gerald shrugged and said, "Might as well have been a porno. With all those love scenes and his shirt off all the time. Plus, it seemed like the director really liked his package."
"Oh yeah, did he ever remarry?" Gina asked as they parked the car just outside the installation. Gerald looked at his phone, and replied, "No, it doesn't look like it. It DOES say that he has a giant sex drive, though, and every time he masterbates, he has to go to an underground facility, because he can't help but grow when he does. And apparently if he doesn't masterbate every week, he can't control his growth." They started dying of laughter, but Clyde, who did not find it funny, only kept up a chuckle as they got out of the car.
"I bet it's underneath the Closet," Jake suggested. "Maybe he's doing it right now."
"I think we'd hear the grunts of a giant, even above ground," Gerald said.
They got to the fence, which had the normal KEEP OUT signs everywhere, and Clyde said, "Well, this is it. The Closet. Up on the roof is the siren," he pointed quickly. "Maybe we should go. If there are that many lights on in the building, it might mean that he's here."
"Maybe we can meet him!" Gerald exclaimed excitedly, and looked back at his phone. "Wait - it says here his wife's name was Erika...Masterson." He looked up from his phone, and they all dramatically turned their heads to Clyde, whose face was slowly turning red, and then quickly turned a shade of white, seeing something behind Gerald.
He didn't know how, but Matt Hahn was quiet when he walked, even when he grew to proportions like now, at nine feet tall, wearing Army fatigue pants and a tan T-shirt tucked into them that hardly contained his massive muscles, and when he crossed his arms across his chest, Clyde thought he heard a rip somewhere. The giant looked down and said, "Hello, son," in a deep, manly voice. "What are you doing out here?"
Gerald, Jake, and Gina were all frozen in fear, all within the shadow of Clyde's dad. Clyde sighed, taking his phone out of his pocket and showed his dad briefly the text he'd gotten, saying, "I got the text you sent saying you'd made it home safe from fixing the trains about an hour ago, so I assumed you wouldn't be out here anymore."
Matt sighed, and said, "You three can relax," and he uncrossed his arms, hoping to seem less menacing, but it didn't help. The three of them turned around and looked up at Clyde's dad. He was blocking the light coming from the building, seeming both angelic in the light and demonic in his size. Gerald gulped and said, "We're friends of Clyde's from school."
Matt nodded. "What are your names? I assume you know I'm Matt Hahn, but you can call me Matt."
After introducing their names respectively, Matt took their small hands and enveloped them in his massive shovel of a hand, but very gently shook them, except for Gina, for whom he bent over and kissed her hand. Standing back up, he shrugged and said, "Well, if you're here anyway, how about a tour?"
Jake and Gerald nodded vigorously, grateful for the opportunity to meet their idol. "Okay, just hang on a few minutes for me to go shrink and get other clothes on." As he turned to leave, Gerald said, "Could you stay the way you are? It's not every day you meet a giant." Matt chuckled, and with a quick glance to Clyde, who nodded, he also nodded in agreement.
"Follow me, then," he said, turning again, and taking short, easy steps toward the entrance, and they all followed, noting his bulk was forcing him to walk in a strut, although he didn't mean to.
Through the gate and the gate guard, they came inside to a common area with a few couches, a kitchenette with coffee brewing for the guards and a refrigerator. All along the walls were framed thank you notes from various people and companies Matt had saved. Through another door they came into the main warehouse area, which smelled inevitably of man musk, as they saw a football field-long concrete room with several layers of fabric stretched across the room, with different sizes getting smaller as they stacked, into about a pyramid shape.
"This is the Closet, as they call it," Matt turned around to say as he walked them around the large room. "When I grow, the signal above the common room alerts people to avert their eyes, and I do my best to quickly get the roof open and pull out the appropriate size."
"You rip the roof off every time?" Jake asked, amazed.
Matt snorted. "No, I detach it with latches and then lift it off and set it aside." He pointed up, and they could see several latches around the ceiling. As they walked, they passed by several small closets, with various gear but mostly clothing of all sizes, but nothing below 3XL, as even small, he was not a small man. They got to the other side of the warehouse, and Gerald began asking burning questions.
"How does it feel to be so big?"
Matt's face contorted to show humility, but he said, "Honestly, the bigger I am, the better I feel. It's unfortunate not everyone can know how awesome it feels to hold a US Navy destroyer in their hands and set it upright, or to stop hurricanes with your back."
All of their hearts skipped a beat. "You stop hurricanes with your back?"
He looked around again and nodded. "Grow to be about a thousand feet tall, and then, yeah, I lay down just along the beach. My wide lats catch the worst of the storm, enough for people to evacuate. One time I saw the hurricane was going to be so bad that I got approval to uproot the hotels along the beach and relocate them a few miles away."
"Have you ever accidentally stepped on anyone?"
"No, I work with local authorities who evacuate everyone." With regret, he went on. "Once in a while, I get a little careless, and my bulk damages buildings as I walk by, or I step on cars, but after I deal with whatever crisis there is at the time, I go back and fix it myself."
Just then, a soldier came running up to them and saluted Matt, who returned it. "Sir, the dam just called and said that there's a serious leak threatening to burst it open."
Matt instantly pulled off his shirt, ripping it more in his hurried state, and revealed a bodybuilder's physique magnified by about three times. He started undoing his pants and yelled, "Clyde, get them in the main room." Clyde nodded and had to drag Jake and Gerald away and started them running back to the common area. As he did so, a light came on that indicated the siren was about to sound, so Clyde quickly grabbed some ear protection along the side of the room and handed it to each of them as they got back to the room. The siren sounded, and Clyde waited a few moments for his dad to grow.
"Take a peek out the door," he said, giving in to their admiration as he was used to doing. "You'll see how he undoes the roof. Don't worry - for a dam, you shouldn't have to see anything you don't want to see," he added in case they were worried. They opened the door in time to see giant fingers working along the walls and the ceiling. The roof was lifted and put aside to reveal Matt Hahn again, but this time he had to be at least five hundred feet tall, but crouched, and he reached in the warehouse, grabbing one of the black shorts toward the middle of the pile. He carefully took it out without unfolding the others, but they saw as he stood to full height, revealing a dick that rivaled buildings' height. He quickly stepped into the pantslegs, however, and brought the shorts up. They could see that even though they fit, they were akin to compression shorts - his ass cheeks were clearly defined in the back, and the bulge left little to the imagination in the front. He began walking slowly away from the Closet, each step sending a tremor.
When he was out of sight, and the tremors died down, they noticed the siren was now off, so they took off their ear protection, and flipped on the tv to watch the news.
It read BREAKING NEWS - DAM TROUBLE. The anchorwoman was relaying the story. "We just heard the siren, and now we have footage of The Giant making his way to the dam." The picture showed Matt, at five hundred feet tall, with helicopters all around illuminating the ground for him to avoid stepping on anything. "This is the first time The Giant has had a mission here, so as a reminder to viewers, even though he is taking light steps away from the city, take caution of tremors causing things to fall, and stay out of his way. In addition, with the dam being damaged..."
The report went on, but Gerald looked wide-eyed at the others and said, "He's avoiding the roads, so why don't we drive over and watch him at work?"
Clyde shook his head. "The police will have blocked off the roads to avoid just that."
"So let's get as close as possible and then walk it," Jake suggested. Clyde sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to convince them otherwise. They got out into the car, and started driving toward the dam. Clyde knew the police would block as little road as possible to allow for freer travel, so he brought them to just about before where he thought they'd block the road, and they parked on the side of the road. Getting out, they dashed into the forest.
After a few minutes of rushing, Jake, the fastest, suddenly stopped, and when the others joined, they saw why - looking around the clearing, there were trees that were in shambles and splinters now, and the clearing was awfully level and uniform to be normal. Looking around, they realized they were in The Giant's footprint.
"Cool," Gerald whistled, and Clyde rolled his eyes. Jake began sprinting again, this time following the footprints, and they followed.
About twenty minutes later, they heard loud grunts, obviously from Matt, and they came to the edge of the forest on a cliff overlooking the dam. Matt was taking preventative measures first, as there was only slight indications of water leaking out of the dam for now - he was bulldozing mud from down the river up into a large mound, and creating a bowl to give himself time. Now finished, he noticed more cracks forming in the dam, so he crawled up and over the mound he'd made, and grabbed one of about ten trucks containing concrete that was alongside the bank, and after looking into the driver's seat to make sure there wasn't anybody inside, he squeezed the truck like a tube of toothpaste to make the concrete fall on his hand, and he began rubbing it along the dam wall, as if making a painting.
After a few more trucks and more applied concrete, he was reasonably certain he'd fixed it, so he took his non-concrete hand up and over to one of the stations next to the dam, where a worker gave a thumbs-up, and Matt slowly lowered his hand, to allow the worker to climb on top and roll to the middle of the palm. Secured, Matt moved slowly to where he'd put the concrete, and moved slowly along every part of the wall, making adjustments up, down, or side to side as the worker directed. After a while, the worker turned to look up at Matt and gave another thumbs up, and Matt dorkily used his concrete hand to return it. He replaced his palm next to the station, where the worker got off, and Matt saluted down to him.
He turned around, and began replacing the mud to make the river smooth again, and after another ten minutes, it looked good as new. He stood up to full height, sweat pouring and creating quite the tiny stream down below itself, and it was then that he took notice of the four tiny people on the ledge.
"Uh oh," Clyde gasped. They looked at him, and he said, "He doesn't like it when I get near him when he grows normally. Says it's hard to see me, and he doesn't want something to happen." They looked back, and Matt was sauntering over to them. In a few steps, they looked up toward his face, as the bottom of his pecs were level with the cliff they were on. He looked menacingly over the mountains that were his pecs and leaned over slightly for them to see his stern face better.
It looked for a second like he was going to get angry, as blood was pumping the veins in his great neck wider into pipes, but he turned his face away from them to sigh, presumably to not blow them over, and turned back, took a couple steps away, and put his hands on his hips, looking like a giant Superman.
"DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?" his voice echoed. Gerald yelled in appreciation, and Clyde got red. "WELL, I ASSUME YOU WALKED HERE. NEED A RIDE BACK?" They all yelled yes, and he smiled, presenting his palm next to the cliff. Clyde was the last to get on, but also the most graceful, as he'd done this a couple times before, and when they were securely in his palm, he waved back at the dam, and took off back toward the Closet.
It took him only a few minutes to get back to their car, where he began to bend down, but Gerald yelled, "Sir! Would you actually take us the whole way and the car too?" Matt smiled, and nodded. He carefully pinched the car between his fingers, and placed it securely on the shelf of his pec - he didn't want a vehicle rolling on the curvatures of his palm toward his son and his friends, and he couldn't use his palm with his son in it to move the car gently to the center of the other palm.
A few minutes more, and they were back at the Closet. He carefully lifted the car from his pec and back on the ground, and then put his palm with his son next to it. They clamored off, and looked as Matt stood back to full height. They were hardly as tall as his foot, and he looked like the paragon of male perfection.
"GET INSIDE," he said. Clyde gave them a knowing look, and they went back. They felt a few tremors, presumably of Matt slipping the shorts off, and then heard the roof returned moments later. Matt came in the front door, only his normal height of 6'4, dressed in sweat pants only. Seeing the three amazed faces, he took a bow.
"Don't ask me how physics works with me, but this concrete is going to be a bitch to get off my palm," he showed his big palm, and they chuckled as he strode over to the sink.